**Part of the Mars Chronicles – more found under Writing in the Nav “Here sir, the FRAGO just came down,” said Sergeant First Class Howard. He handed a memo to the company executive officer, or better known as the XO. After looking it over, the XO told him to round up the leadership. Then he […]
Standing in front of his truck, the man reached across his body with his left hand and pulled the bottom of his shirt slightly up. He grabbed his Ruger LC9
Your perspective is their perspective which is your perspective which is their perspective. There is no other information. There is no growth.
Mars could hardly believe that he was in the Army. It had taken a long time to get there, to even consider joining the Army National Guard.
The pain in his head would not go away. It was sharp. It was direct. It was right in the middle of his brain.
Von had not known Earth like the others. People of his generation didn’t know the Earth as a place of beauty and wonder. They knew it as a dying rock that they needed to leave in order to survive.
His arms and chest were burning. The gravel from the parking lot felt like it was cutting into his hands and sweat was beading up on his forehead as he held his body inches away from the ground