Entries By Dave Mercer
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Never leave a man behind was our motto. As cliche as it was, it applied in all situations, whether it be in the classroom or on the battlefield. We stuck together, John, Joyce, Mark, and I. There are others, but we are the core. The core of our platoon. No pun intended.Posted By Dave Mercer On 11.16.2011 @ 8:42 am
BOM! BOM! BOOOM! BOM! BOM! BOOOM! GRAAAAHHHHH!
Quick, David… Hide in the trees… The forest will help you…
The procession grew like a creeper on a deserted home refuge haven
A slack neck and rolling eyes Told me she was dead To the land of the living.
I ran, loincloth flapping As the high priest came Gold shoes tapping. His warriors searched But could not find So he bashed their heads in instead of mine.Posted By Dave Mercer On 10.30.2011 @ 5:25 am
To be an artist means you are a master. A master has spent thousands of hours on their area of artistry. They have analyzed and imitated the works of their predecessors. They have poured blood, sweat, tears, and more into what they are trying to accomplish, which is perfection. They relish pain and challenge it to defeat them.Posted By Dave Mercer On 10.27.2011 @ 8:14 am
He plunged the iron into the heart of the beast. This was the only way to vanquish the terrible monster. The hero stepped back; then knelt on the ground. A black hairy hand, the size of a dumpster lid, wrapped its gnarled fingers around the hero’s neck and squeezed. Iron protruded from the hero shortly after.Posted By Dave Mercer On 10.09.2011 @ 1:59 pm