War is not glory. It never was. It’s just a brutal, ugly thing. A thing that chews up men and spits them out like used cigarette butts. You’ll hear the stories, you’ll hear the bravado, but it’s all lies — the glory, the honor, the flag-waving speeches. The battlefield doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,… Read More


[ C ] a robust column or put up of wood, steel, or concrete that is pushed into the ground to help you support a developingthe sand up. Within the Cambridge English Corpus In contrast to steamboats, the piling up of bodies didn't result from the couple of remarkable accidents. In the Cambridge English Corpus A heap of skulls was piled outdoors this… Read More


There are no accidents, only the things we don’t yet understand. A man sits alone at the end of the day, the light falling out of the sky like old soldiers dropping from a war they can’t win. The coffee’s gone cold. The heart too, maybe. And then the screen flickers. A video, a voice. A sentence simple and strong: “God placed this on your s… Read More