Ode To DwarfPort Douglass September 13th, 2011 13:01 Local TimeOde To Dwarf
One-hundred and three degrees of some of the sun’s worst heat was blaring down on Supreme-Commander Stevenson. Around him was one of the finest regiments on God’s green earth. It wasn’t usual for an officer of his rank to make an appearance at this sort of an event, but this was no usual day. The U.S.S. Washington was anchored off-shore preparing to unload its passengers; as this went on two-thousand men lined the street standing at attention. It was day fifty-five of U.S. involvement in what would probably become World War III with the Soviets, and it
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