Black and White By Raymond Roy Tun Tavern 1775 Espirit de Corps they call it , a willingness to die. Not a jury’s verdict, but boot camp on P.I. Devil dogs before them, earned title that they seek, Transformation from fatherless, phony tough, crazy and meek. Stand on yellow footprints , wee hours of the … Continue reading “Black and White” by Raymond Roy #flashfiction
I am humbled to to have my first guest writer on my blog. Even more so, I am honored that he is a fellow Marine, willing to share his point of view. A point of view from a vantage point of view, few can say they have experienced. To fully appreciate his perspective, approximately 7% … Continue reading “Biggest Kid on the Block”, guest blogger, USMC combat Veteran.
Rattle Rattle, "spare change?" , "help a brother out"? Pan handling, it's not so bad. You never have to worry about making eye contact with anybody. Although the concrete IS hot in the summer and sucks the life's blood out of you in the winter. My knees ache, and butt gets numb at times. Don't … Continue reading Society’s Tourniquet By Raymond Roy #FFFAW
36 years ago I started my journey to earn the title of US Marine. No doubt the yellow footprints come to mind but today, I remember a time through all the the chaos of Marine bootcamp that I found even more surreal than the days that started at 0530 with reville blasting and two minutes … Continue reading Firewatch
The Longing Nails clicking waiting. Joelle's heavily lipsticked full crimson lips stuck together, slowly separating as her jaw dropped. Her warm breath gently billowed into the cool sea air. Finally he had arrived. The loud exhaust of the dilapidated truck deflected and echoed against the stone arch. Turning off the ignition, the engine sputtered on, … Continue reading The Longing by Raymond Roy : Stones #writephoto