Captain's Log... Memorial Day 2011...

On July 1st 2004 Sgt Christopher Wagner of 'C' (Charlie for non-military people) Company, 10th Aviation Regt. was in a convoy in Mosul Iraq. His vehicle hit a roadside bomb. Many were injuried and he died.

I was not there when he died but he was a fellow soldier in the unit we served and at one point I was intrusted with his care as his platoon sergeant. He was a good non-commisioned officer that I will not forget.

CK

aka - Staff Sergeant Tim Weston USA Ret.

Captain's Log... Status Report...

Lady and Gentlemen following the blog...

I have returned from two weeks of work out of state and will report something when there is something to reoprt.

I have another piece of fiction I'm working on but it ain't right... so it is slwo going. Death Hammer is coming along slow and not much appearence has changed.

Ahhh... and I'm distracted by a toy helicopter (Air Hog with camera) I recieved for my birthday on the 15th. I can get it to fly around but am still trying to get it to do 'what I want it to do' when I want it to. The idea is that in June I am going to take some footage of a 40K game and combine it with some music for fun. In the military we call it gun footage... in certain circles they call it 'nerding out'!

I'll be back shortly from the my personal corner...

CK

Captain's Log... Duel of Wills...

The next piece of fiction is new, quite long, and out of sequence with the rest.

I come up with these scene's in my head while I drive between projects for work. Many times it takes me months to get it down into word even though I may have been playing it over and over in my head on several occasions.

'Duel of Wills' is part orginal fiction and part fiction that I wrote with a friend of mine, Consadine, over a year ago and tampered with it to make a story. It was orginally two separte pieces, one being a duel between my character and Cons and one written about Castiel by myself.

I'll be in the corner flying remote controlled helicopters if you need me...

CK

Captain's Log... The First Legion...

I like calling my marines The First Legion better then any other name I have come up with and in no small part due to the fact that I don't paint them like typical Dark Angels. In fact the only green on them is an emerald green (emerald ilse) from a craft paint line. In the Hours Heresy novels the Lion is described as having an emerld green cloak... so I'm good!

Captain's Log... A personal rant...

It's May 15th and I'm away from home. I ain't happy about it but it happens. I'll be working today for a bit and getting ready for the week ahead filled with travel and work.
It's my birthday... the corner just turned 'ancient'... err... rather turned more ancient... the next stage will be 'dusty'...

I'll be in some corner of Nashville,

CK

Captain's Log... Archives... Evacuation...

Steven’s hands worked like lighting, flashing from wound to wound. His mind streamed out its consciousness, forcing his body to respond faster than normal. The injured brother’s respiration was rapid and one of his hearts had failed altogether. Larraman cells in the blood were staunching the open wounds but some were too severe to completely seal. The worst injuries wept like they were ready to break open at any moment. Already his brother had gone into stasis to conserve precious energy and bodily resources. He was dying but his conscious mind didn’t know it.

Captain's Log... Archives... The First Winter

It wasn’t easy being alone after Chaplain Azariah died. I needed someone to share my thoughts and experiences of what I was going through. Every day I found myself going out to my parent’s grave and back to the mausoleum of the “Deliverance” where Chaplain Azariah and the others rested. They were my family and I needed their counsel even if it was silent. Their mere presence made me feel better and gave me a purpose.

Captain's Log... Archives... Initiated...

   Looking at the last crypt in the mausoleum, Interrogator-Chaplain Tenebras silently noted it was unmarked unlike the others. Looking back down the row of crypts in comparison, he noticed a small data pad he had not seen before with the equipment of the late Chaplain Azariah.

Captain's Log... Archives... Found...

   The rain poured from the sky, drenching Kellen’s clothes and equipment. Undergrowth and roots made for a treacherous escape into the hills for every stride had the chance of sending him sprawling. It was a daunting task for anyone, even a well trained twelve year old boy. The caves where he could elude the beasts long enough to get back to the Deliverance were his only chance. Silently he did thank the Emperor for the downpour that masked his running through the undergrowth and moved as fast as he could mindful of his steps.

Captain's Log... Archives... Escape...

The control room was deserted except for Techmarine Maeson continuing to monitor the active battle vox nets and the fortresses still functioning monitors. Automated gun emplacements roared outside while the populace of Hellican II departed the Tyranid infestation. Minutes were left thousands of survivors remained to board transports to the awaiting fleet. Once the evacuation was complete the exterminatus would begin and consume the planet of all life, Imperial or otherwise, that was left behind.

Captain's Log... Archives... Orphaned...

The smoke and steam from the ancient rail transport billowed above and hissed onto the crowd as it pulled in front of the loading platform. Only a few days were left until the last of the transports evacuated the majority of the population. Hundreds of advanced transports lay untouched as their internal controls failed to function. The Machine spirits had been driven from them by the wake of psychic interference preceding the Tyranids.

As the snake like machine rolled to a stop the crowd pushed themselves forward against the barriers occupied by Imperial Guardsmen tasked with crowd control. Some people weren’t going to make it today. Some weren’t going to make it ever. Hellicus II was living up to its name now that the Tyranids had arrived. Hell had arrived in living form.

Captain's Log... Good Words...

I have learned that good words should always be repeated. I won't copy and paste or add any heavy handed dribble to some good words.

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I'll be in some other corner... watching LotR and painting...

CK

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(Dune was great wasn't it!)