How I Lost My Legs

We thought we could take them at first. But they just kept climbing out of those Volkswagen. Every time we thought we eliminated enough of those clowns, they just kept sending in more. The clowns got my legs.

Folk often ask me if I lost my legs in the war. After years of therapy and properly medicated, I am now able to talk about it. Yes, my buddy Rudolf and I were on patrol. We weren’t on the front lines. But there were reports of what folk call terrorists. We just called them … [Read more…]