Roses on a Battlefield 

The sky was a deep dark grey

Lightning cracked and thunder rolled for ever

The ground was muddy and impossible to walk on

Thanks to the stinging rain.

The air was heavy and thick

The only smells were gunpowder and blood

Concrete bunkers smelled like complete death

And each squad mate smelt worse and worse

I’d pass a shiny artillery shell some days and see a huge change in myself

Being out here so long my body  has gotten weaker and I’ve forgotten the taste of real food

Oh how I longed for a hot plate of my wife’s delicious meatloaf and potatoes

Even that slop at the mess hall would have satisfied my angry stomach right about now

My hands were constantly wrapped around a gun or knife

The feel of cold metal was one thing that actually comforted me

Pulling the trigger became second nature

Realizing that I’d pulled a trigger hundreds of times and was still living made me say a small silent prayer for the soldier that I killed.

Huge artillery guns sounded off every couple of minutes

Even after hearing them for months they still rattled my bones when they fired

Exploding sounds would hit the ground seconds after

And each time it did I wondered if it killed a man or just scared him half to death like it did to me… It was pure hell.

But one morning when the sun was high in the sky

My platoon an I were headed to an advanced position

While jogging I looked down and stopped in my tracks

My mind was in amazement at what my eyes were seeing

My combat boots were completely surrounded by dark red beautiful roses

My eyes filled with tears and my heart dropped to my stomach

It was then that I realized that no matter how much death, destruction, hatred, and just plain old pure ugliness that man can create.

The world is still… and will always… be a beautiful place!

Case Files 002: All the pieces!

Back when I first discovered that this city would kill me and everything I loved, there was this celebrity that lived here. Now you might not have never heard of him, but around here he was treated like royalty. “Big” Carl Kipper. He was s body builder who owned his own gym, and a college graduate with a minor in medicine. He was gonna be a surgeon until he fell in love with the gym… Hehe… His words… Not mine.

I met Carl when he committed his first crime. It was petty theft from a gas station, but he still spent a night in jail. The next morning when he was released I had a conversation with him and he told me that his life was crumbling down. Said his grades were failing in school, and that his parents cut his funds off a few weeks ago. Which is why he turned to petty thievery. And  exactly a month after our little chit-chat, I saw him in my apartment building with his arms around a beautiful young lady! Just…down right gorgeous! I could tell she was older and more experienced, in every way. I had seen her before plenty of times but never the way I saw them that night. They looked like a pair of drunken, horny highschool kids you know.

Well a year after that I saw them in the news paper. They were freshly married, and she was the owner of a local gym. She got it dirt cheap. Hell…before she bought it I dont think I ever seen anybody go in there. But somehow, she had turned al that around. Seems like everytime I turned around I was hearing about that gym on the radio, on T.V., billborads,….it was everywhere. And I guess they were in love cause he was everywhere she was, just smiling and waving. Then one day I saw him on T.V.  advertising the gym… and man he was jacked. He looked like he could fold a buick up like a napkin. You could tell he was “juicing” but… man oh man.. he was huge. I’d hate to meet him in a dark alley at night, is all im saying.  And the only qestion that kept running through my head was, where the hek was she at. So sitting at my favorite little dinner one day my cheif calls me and tells me that someone found Mrs. Kipper dead in her apartment. So naturally he wanted me on the case, and  as usual I rushed to the crime scene. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. When I got there and asked about the body, a beat cop told me to prepare myself! “Prepare myself!…..for waht?” I said. Then  he points toward the bathroom. So I walk in there, and immediately feel like I needed to throw up. The stench was horrible and I see Mrs. kipper nailed to the wall. That wasn’t the worst part. The worse part is that only her upper body was nailed to the wall. Let me be more specific. It was her head and chest nailed to the wall. Her arms, breast, and legs were missing. Oh yea….her uuh…. her heart was missing also!

It was a one of the worst things I’d ever seen! I mean…just imagine the most beautiful woman you know, now imagine someone taking an axe or…I’d say a dull hand saw, and just…sawing her in half. Along with her arms and legs. Then slicing her breast off, and cutting her chest open and literally digging her heart out. I mean….. What kind if sick person does that???

So naturally the first suspect was her husband Carl. And hes missing also. So now I gotta start from even further down the pole with this case. With the police all over the building, and the building all over the news,  I knew I wouldnt get anything done that day. So my feelings told me to go see if I can find anything at the gym they owned.


Clue number 1

So I pull up to the gym and its freakin crowded. The parking lot had people all over and the inside was worse. Muscle heads and half dressed women everywhere. Well….I didnt mind the women… hehe… I dont think any guy would. The entire gym smelled like a giant foot, but I fought through it and made my way to the clerk at the front desk. Another beautiful chick. Just at that moment I started thinking bout joing the gym. As I was telling her about Mrs. Kipper her face turned pale and wide eyed. Then I asked did she know the whereabouts of Carl and she froze. I stared deeply into her eyes and they kept darting to the her left. And at that time I heard a group of dudes in the back corner chanting. Dont know why I didnt hear it before but they were chanting pretty loud. So i’m looking at the group of …. monster looking dudes, all with their backs towards me and I see a familiar head going up and down and grunting loud as hell. So I slowly walk towards them, and I realize that the head I saw going up was Carl doing squats. He knoticed me and did one more and stood there staring at me.  With what looked like a ton of weights on his shoulders he just stood there, and all of his budies attention turned towards me. “Can I help you?”..he asked. So I said “yea we need to talk”, and he said “sure follow me”. So he walks me upstairs to this office overlooking the gym which was nice and all, but the only problem was that three other monsters followed us. We walk into the office and he sits down behind a desk and says “whats up?”. And before we got started I asked him about the men that followed us and he just said that they were his bodyguards. So I tell him the story of how the police found half of his wife nailed to her bathroom wall and he shows very little to no emotion. It seemed like he knew, but I didnt wanna accuse him or anything like that but I asked him “aren’t you sad?”. And he says…. “sad?… Sure!”. Can you belive it.  Lol… he just says “sure” and the first thing that came to my mind was he probally didnt do it but he does know who did it. Then I tell him the police tried to contact him, and he says that he’s been in the gym since 9pm last night. Says he slept ther because he and Mrs. Kipper have been fighting for the past two weeks and she kicked him out of the house. And as we’re talking one of the goons behind me is making noises, smacking his lips, and getting an attitude like im talking about him instead of Carl. That should have set an alarm off in my head right there. So after an hour or so of me and Carl going back an forth about him not caring that his wife was dead one of his goons says “we’ve been here long enough..its obviously he didnt know, why dont you stop harrassing him and leave!” Hehe…can you belive it?….he asked me to leave! So I say “no” then the guy that was giving me attitude gets up in my face and starts yelling at me. So without thinking I punched him in the face. And now that I think about it that was the wrong thing to do. Hehe…Now listen, I dont like people getting all up in my face, I dont like people telling me what to do, and I deffinitely dont like when people interrupt my conversation. So I punched him. It wasnt as hard as I could but I did it. But it was useless cause when I did,  his head just turned to the side like he didnt even feel it. And before I kew it he drew back and punched me in the stomach. It felt like I had to vomit when I hit the ground. And at that moment I heard Carl yelling at him for hitting me. So Carl helped me to my feet, and when I stood up I handed him my card and said “I’ll be in touch”!