A short post tonight. I’ve remembered that which I’d blocked out all my life. It was time, apparently, because remembering hasn’t destroyed me. Instead, it’s explained everything, including my lifelong fascination with the Angel of Death. I’d always loved Saint Michael the Archangel. I’m not religious, so it might seem strange that one of my…
Fake photos send a message
September 28, 2014
There’s an image making the rounds that appears to show an American soldier with his legs blown off, sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette. It’s one of the many fake photos that either boost morale or sap it. I knew it wasn’t real; it took me three minutes to find the source. This is…
Bigotry can cost you a lot
November 3, 2013
I just tried to win two postcards of German flamethrower pioneers of World War I. It turns out the dealer blocks addresses in the US. The cards were extremely valuable for two reasons: They showed the machine-gun platoon of a flamethrower company, and they proved my theory that machine gunners in the flamethrower regiment wore…