Newest
Cuchulain Ch. 2: First BloodThe camp's dining hall was filled with the noise of five-hundred young men lifting glasses, clinking plates, and joking with their squad mates. At one table three corporals and a new private had pulled out a deck of cards and were playing a game of poker. It was clear from the distraught look on the private's face that he was doing poorly. The crowd of onlookers cheered when the private finally revealed his hand, a full house which trumped the others' hands. He gleefully collected the credit chits strewn on the table. "Well, gents, seeing as my luck pulled through in the end, I think I'm going to take my money and run beforeCuchulain Ch. 2: First Blood
by ~Sgt-Sharpe
UntitledThis was paradise. Perhaps not for a soldier, but for a farm boy pressed into service for the empire, it was heaven. Cuchulain could think of no other way to describe it. He looked down at the girl he held in his arms. Red hair streamed from the head that rested on Cuchulain’s muscled chest. He stifled the urge to laugh, as Brigid’s breath penetrated the thin material of his desert uniform. He couldn’t fight it anymore and burst out laughing, a low noise from deep within his chest. Brigid stirred and looked up at him, her sparkling green eyes meeting his.Untitled
“What’s so funny?” she asked, her voice a sof
by ~Sgt-Sharpe
CuchulainThe soldier watched apprehensively as dawn stretched her blood red fingers into the sky. It was a bad omen; the sun’s light turning the world the color of a fresh wound, of crimson blood pouring onto a soldier’s steel. The young soldier shuddered at the thought of the battle that was sure to come, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, perhaps a month from now, but armies would meet, missiles and bullets would whistle across the plain singing their mad song of death, and men would fall like straw before the reaper’s scythe. The soldier was eighteen, but he looked older in his grey uniform. His barrel chest filled his uniform,Cuchulain
by ~Sgt-Sharpe
Battle CryIf I lead will you follow Will you follow if I lead? Through shot and shell In this blood red hell Will you carry onBattle Cry
The trumpet calls, the bugle blasts Shots thunder above our heads Yet onwards we charge It's all we can do
I must heed the battle call Pushing foward Ever onward To victory Or Death
But know this Should I fall upon the plain Amidst the battle's thunder and flame I never wavered For you For us For Man
by ~Sgt-Sharpe
Favourites
No favourites yet.
Back in businessdeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Bumbfuck, NJ
- Favourite movie: Star Wars
- Favourite band or musician: Dropkick Murphys
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Tom Clancy
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Sansa 240
- Favourite game: Battlefront 2
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and Paper
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
Previous PageNext Page