Voices on the WindPaz Mendes gunned the engine on her F-51 Crane fighter. She was now directly over the Hindu Kush mountains, and her Bantumidian dual tailed E-18 Eagle fighter escorts trailed directly behind her. As she saw her target appear on the horizon, Paz knew this mission would entail radio silence. It was time to commence the attack. She signaled to her comrades, and moved into attack formation. Paz began to think about her mission.Voices on the Wind
On that plane was a huge thorn in the Allied side. Commander Joshua Kravitz, Central Asian Regional Commander of the Hebron Military, was on board. The man was responsible for the recent Hebron thrusts into Al
The Persecuted OneIt was high noon in the prison. Two guards walked down the cell block, and opened the door to a beaten old man’s cell. The prisoner did not resist as the guards beat him, then lead him in chains up the stairs of the prison.The Persecuted One
The trio left the prison, and out into a crowded courtyard. A robed official came up to the prisoner. “Now, you shall die, heretic,” the official sneered.
The bleeding prisoner responded. “I have done nothing wrong. I have stated that you and your kind abuse your own theology. It was designed to be a force for good in the world. A force for the common person. A force for tolerance and understandin
The Steel DreamOnce, humanity had ambition.The Steel Dream
Humanity had drive.
Humanity innovated, rather than imitated.
Humanity strove for knowledge, rather than stay in the comfortable bliss of ignorance.
Despite such a heritage, humanity faltered and fell.
Now, comfort is routine, rather than yearning blazing new trails. Have we grown so idle that we have forgotten how to stand tall?
It is all poverty, and dirt, and a miserable ease.
Where are the inventors, the scientists, the philosophers, and those of the mind?
Have we lost the ability and desire to create anything beyond the mediocre?
It is all p
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