Category Archives: Peter’s Writings

Things Peter writes for his own benefit, not necessarily intended for or made available to the general public.

Satan’s Laugh

Satan’s laugh: The sound of suffering and destruction caused by the inhumanity of war and human folly.

This is a work in progress. Take it for what it’s worth, and please leave me a comment or two as you read along to let me know you were here and what you think of it.

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Prologue: Satan’s Laugh

Part 1: Packing Up

Part 2: Convoy

Part 3: Read the rest

Plans

Purposeless motion is chaos
That ends right where it began
Wasting both time and effort
When expended without any plan

Planning gives sense of direction
Providing a goal to achieve
Setting a clear objective
And something in which to believe

But plans have a transient nature
That shift with the altering tides
Changing the traveled direction
Till my plans and future collide

And the end point I had longed for
Falls victim to what must be
So sadly I concede defeat
And forcefully subjugate me

Satan’s Laugh – Part 6: Transition

Previous: Part 5 – Saying Goodby

“Colonel Harwood,” the technician said smiling and standing up as Jim entered the small room, “I’ve got the final one here.”

Jim limped towards a chair stuck in the corner and dropped himself into it before taking off the temporary prosthetic he’d been using. It was getting more comfortable as the stump hardened up and he got used to using it, but it was still unpleasant. The phantom pain was getting to be less of an issue as well so long as he was busy doing something.

“I’m getting better with these things,” Jim … Read the rest

Satan’s Laugh – Part 5: Saying Goodbye

Previous – Part 4: Rehab

The airline had arranged for wheelchairs, but both had refused. They were still capable of moving under their own power, and they were determined to do so. Instead, they sat patiently on the plane waiting for everyone else to get off before carefully picking their way down the isle on crutches. Emerging from the jetway, Jim first and K9 right behind him, the small crowd parted silently to reveal a small formation of veterans who rendered a salute. Jim balanced his weight on his remaining foot and returned the salute without saying anything. He hadn’t … Read the rest