The Long War - Part 6

Memories

     I lay awake in bed sorting through the new memories running through my head.  I knew that the persona I had now was fictitious but it was easier to think of the Peter Rudko in those memories as someone else. 

The Long War - Part 5

Flanagan Revealed

 Olga listened in astonishment as I described my encounter with the alien.  “So it pushed a button and sent you back here?”

     “That’s what it looked like.  But I’m not sure if I was there by design or by accident.”

     “What do you mean?”

     “I wonder if I woke up in the other place because of the pain or maybe because I was dying.”

     “I don’t follow.”

     “Maybe the machinery or whatever that keeps us here doesn’t handle pain well.  Maybe pain interferes with how the interface processes signals from the brain.”

     “Interface?  Processing signals?  What are you talking about?”

     “Those words just came to me.  Maybe the other me knows those terms and the memory broke through.”

     “That’s a lot of maybes, darling.”

     “True, but it’s the best theory I can come up with.”

     “You aren’t thinking of doing something foolish to test your theory, are you?”

     “Of course not.”  I think Olga knew I was lying but she let it go for the time being.

The Long War - Part 4

The Village

     The regiment was assigned to a different sector of the front line.  My detachment was given a small slice of the regimental sector that only needed one platoon to man it at a time.  This gave me more time to prepare the men for the upcoming offensive.

The Long War - Part 3

 The Scent of a Woman

The Long War - Part 2

Here is the next part of the story I started last week with "Dawn Attack"
Note: there is a graphic bit of violence at the end.

Dawn Attack

     At first I thought the glitches were my mind playing tricks on me.  They were always little things.  Maybe one morning I would wake up in the bunker knowing I needed to clean my rifle but finding it clean when I checked.  I would just think I really had cleaned it the night before and forgotten.  That sort of thing could be easily chalked up to lack of sleep or stress.  I did not think much of things like that until I met Flanagan.