Shred of Evidence

Winston was with the 3rd Battalion of the Royal Tank Regiment, and Jeremiah was with the 5th. In the dust and smoke of the battles for Sidi Rezegh, tank crews were shuffled as the situation demanded, and one day the two brothers found themselves in the same Honey, Winston as commander and Jeremiah as gunner.

War is a study in contradictions. There are moments of sharp intensity followed by hours of boredom. People who are strangers try to kill one another, the most personal of acts. The men die on foreign soil so that we women will be protected. My two boys died in the deserts of Northern Africa so that I would be safe from the Germans in London.

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I reached the front desk out of breath. “I locked myself out of my room. I left my sales figures on the desk and I’m already late for the meeting.”

The clerk smiled. “Room number?”

“Six thirty-three.”

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When I entered the kitchen my wife was sitting at the table in her bathrobe, arms crossed and face set. “Last night I dreamt I was the private investigator. I was standing outside a seedy motel taking pictures of you having sex with a redhead.”

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Over four hundred of Stephen’s stories and poems have been selected to appear in more than a hundred publications. His website, www.stephendrogers.com, includes a list of new and upcoming titles as well as other timely information.