by Richard Aubrey | Aug 23, 2014 | Fiction
“Ricks! Come on in! Jeez, you look good. Forty years are not a day, or whatever it is. How’ve you been?” John Ricketts gave the man a bear hug. “Damn, it’s good to see you.” “Likewise, and double. The turnout’s pretty good, and we’re still a quarter of an hour before...
by Richard Aubrey | Aug 15, 2014 | Fiction
“The river is our border.” The battalion commander paused, probably for effect. The battalion, at attention, was silent. Deepening his voice, the commander began, “The Americans are across the river because of the refugee camp.” He paused again. “No...
by Richard Aubrey | May 5, 2014 | Fiction
Captain Ermbach walked into the Group Commander’s office, waving vaguely toward his forehead. Let the Prussians of the Army pretend to be Junkers. The German air force looked to business. Besides, fighting in the air was less than half a dozen years old and those...
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