Showing posts with label War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label War. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

The Diet


"I f***ing hate dieticians. To them reality is entirely about obsessing over what they eat and what they drink."

Jacob Bricklebury was a senior researcher for MI1, specialising in robotics and the innovation thereof. His current occupation was designing reconnaissance and combat drones, specifically in reducing aerodynamic drag and efficient refuelling. To him his work ultimately contributed to the scale and length to which a war would be fought, the weight of casualties on both sides of the battle and the overall geopolitical landscape of the war zone and resulting debris. Consequently when a dietician enters his life and demands that he stop eating crisps, he decries it as an infuriating triviality.

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Anniversary of a Tragedy

The gathering of recruits amassed in the courtyard awaiting the speaker, backed by a crowd of well-wishing folk come to join with the day's events. General McKay gave a dry introduction to proceedings surrounded by the usual regalia of such militaristic showings. The day was a significant anniversary of the war which ravaged the western world and today the new recruits would have the fortune to hear an account of a soldier who had been in the fray. As introductions were made, pomp and standard respects set in motion, the hunched and wizened frame of Captain Howard Dean was introduced to the stiffly attentive audience and the civilians behind who would attend to pay their yearly respects.