Yesterday, I posted a blog about angels watching over us. It brought to mind this short story that I published years ago. This is the way I perceive angels. This is “Battle (a short story).” Before the Battle Midnight. Martin stands at his post, alert and fidgeting. So far, everything is quiet, but to relax is out of the question. To doze, to drift, to lose focus, could be fatal. The minutes strain by. A jazz number begins to... Read more