The Day Luck Died

Authors Foreword: You better not breathe a word of this to anyone The soldier stood at the pile of bodies. The room was filled with a sense of dread and fear. Not fear, maybe anger and revenge. When you see bodies stacked to the only way out you understand it's a dog pile, of dogface soldiers. "It's your way out Son", the voice came in my headset. It was my Dads' voice "Coming in loud and clear Dad Where the hell are you Sergeant First Class Martin?" "Climb boy before the thing that made that 100 man pile gets the 101st. Climb boy