An Excerpt From the Novel “Simple Machines”

I shoot two, who fall in shock, disbelieving even as they die. My boys take care of most of the rest. One of the enemy’s AK-47s is empty from the initial assault and he charges Q, who still has plenty of ammunition in his weapon, but slings his own rifle behind his back and lunges toward the enemy.

Protected Post Rome and the Night Train

I was alone, on leave, and traveling through Europe not too long ago. Looking back, I really should not have been traveling alone—but plans I’d had to link up with a buddy of mine had fallen through.

Protected Post The Night Train and the Jihadist

Our conversation soon became a pseudo chess match. I would say things like, “Tell me more about yourself,” and “How did you learn English so well?” He would counter with, “Enough about me, tell me about what you do in the U.S. Tell me about life in the U.S.”