George E. Hand IV

As the heavens unleashed their fury, the sight of St. Elmo’s fire cascading from my antenna burned into my memory, a hauntingly beautiful spectacle amid the chaos of the storm.

Where we lay on our backs in this cornfield shoulder to shoulder we grasped our muskets tightly with our hands and held them close to our bodies across our chests. The volume of Union fire just barely above our heads was so great … I contemplated that if I were to extended my finger straight […]

Sam Foster lived on the edge of chaos, a fearless force of nature whose brilliance in combat was matched only by his uncanny ability to turn every high-stakes mission into an exhilarating escapade.

Sam Foster’s knack for transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary was never more apparent than when he commandeered the creation of the ‘Iron Maiden,’ an audaciously ingenious contraption that turned kayak delivery into an aerial spectacle.

Facing the icy reality of their actions, Rapone and Pistolis paid a steep price for their missteps, leaving us to ponder which flavor of disgrace is truly more rotten: the commie or the racist?

Echoing the ancient Chinese strategy, we must embrace the wisdom of building barriers to protect our borders, because history proves that sometimes the simplest solutions are the most effective.

With a raised glass and a defiant grin, I stare down fate, daring it to break me, as I toast to round two and the relentless battle ahead.

Lost in the absurdity of my own adventure, I clung to a camel in the Moroccan desert with a rusty musket and a newfound sense of reckless determination, humming a childhood tune while the world around me descended into chaos.

Even after facing a barrage of insults and a suspiciously resilient bout of red welts, there I was the next day, ready to dive back into the chaos, because that’s just another day in the life of a stubborn fool.

Sam Foster’s unwavering calm in the face of chaos could unnerve even the steeliest operator, making us wonder if he was part man or machine.

So there I was, barreling down the empty highway in my purple Geo Metro, defying every asinine order Craig, the Chief of Staff, could throw at me.

In the throes of a world unraveling, I watched the towers fall through a haze of disbelief and Sonata, my mind a storm of military precision and civilian chaos.