The Crossroads of the Aether
T. Henry Petras has not received any gifts yet
Anyone who knows me will testify to my inability to type in a coheent fashion. I await the arrival of the DRAGON...apparently a form of soft ware that everyone but me and the next neighbor's West Highland White Terrier, knows all about.
Apparently it is a form of dictation software. A co-worker gave me a demonstration of it on his Smart-Phone. The phone over heard my exclaimation and admonished me that "There is no need for profanity." I am NOT KIDDING. Too smart by half, I…Continue
The Burton gun from the enemy ironwalker’s turret was spitting a withering rain of steel into the now abandoned earthworks. The ironwalker had temporarily halted it’s grinding progress 300 meters from the company’s only artillery piece, a rifled 2 pounder. A very light cannon, but well concealed and on the enemy flank.
Colonel Crouse, peering through his glass, scanned the ironclad, and casually addressed the gunnery sergeant that…Continue