LIFE FOCUS :: Stay Hungry — SITE FOCUS :: Reading, Writing, Roaming and the Experiences that come with. (Tips, Tools, Thoughts, and Stories)
Chief Richards looked up from some papers on his desk and his eyebrows popped. His eyes then scanned David up and down. “You had better rectify your aesthetics soldier. I need you in a uniform A-SAP!” “Sir, I...” “Listen David, I got a call at zero-dark-thirty by a lieutenant ordering me to a meeting when …
“David? Where are you? Are you okay?” “Yeah babe, I’m good. We’re good. I’ve got Curly with me up on Truman. There was a fire.” “I know” Jessie cut in. “I just heard it on the news. I’m on my way over.” She did not live far so, David stood up and looked north on …
David, an Information Technology Specialist for the Army’s 7th Signal Command reported to Telecommunications Operations Chief, Doug Richards. Chief Richards, as an Army Chief Warrant Officer 5 was responsible for all base systems and communications as well as support for all domestic Army units from corps to battalion. Under Chief Richards’s command, David was mandated …
The weight of the twenty five pound dog was starting to cause some aching in his arms, but it was Curly’s sharp elbows that forced David to set her down. “Curly, come.” he commanded, as he started towards the corner again. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed. The line was picked …
Any thoughts he had of running in to grab a few things were dashed by the fire’s progression. The red sea had now crashed over the shoreline and was washing against the back of his house. As he stood across the street from his place, David realized this was the last time he would be …
David was out the back door and across the lawn, so fast his feet barely touched the grass. He had Curly scooped up and was heading, top speed, between the houses for the street. By the time he hit the sidewalk, sirens could be heard in the distance. His sock feet, soaking wet from the …
WHILE THUMBING THROUGH A MESSAGE ON HIS cell phone, David Cameron bit into his freshly toasted bagel. The crisp edge gave way to warm chewy dough. The mug, making its way to David Cameron’s mouth, stopped. He rolled his eyes. It was a message from his boss, and it was alerting him to a crisis. …
Disjointed Jottings by Robert Smith (A.K.A. TyCobbsTeeth) 