From the Pacific came 1000's of separate broadcasts in the critical development of the massive conflict, WWII

Monday, March 31, 2025

Bigfoot and the unicorn

  blinked at each other after sitting quietly, facing each other, in the woods all morning. 

  The last of the tripping balls had left the night before as the thick black smoke of the "mile pile of tires" emcroached on the forest. 

  'We did it Bigfoot.  We helped everyone of them."

  Bigfoot was still too shy and not confident in himself enough to smile.  But his head dropped forward the slightest bit and his eyes looked up at the unicorn.


  "They're coming." A man taking a break from his grocery store jobs had removed the portable oxygen mask and gave a "head's up". 

  "Why are you crying Guardsman?" An EMS woman on foot with a lightweight backboard asked through hers.

  He woozed and knees bent but he straightened and he put his mask in a carribiner by the hose and switched its head to a full face shield.  "Must be the air." 

  The EMS woman didn't continue the conversation as the man tightened the fittings.  She offered the backboard but took it back before his hand could grab it.  "Injun."  The man slightly wheezed and the face shield fogged up on the inside.



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