Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) that grabs you.
*Post it.
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*Post it.
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Night fell. Japanese soldiers slid under the chalky light of flares. Day waited until he could hear them coming up the hill. Then he threw grenades at the shadows.
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Your excerpt really grabbed me and made me want to read more. I especially like "chalky light of flares."
ReplyDeletethe horrors of war... your 56 made me recall some of the stories my grandparents told us when they fled from the Japanese and hid in the hills during WWII
ReplyDeleteWarfare must be terrifying, not knowing whether you've just killed a man or not! But I think the stories are always very interesting!
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Thanks for hosting, I'm an old follower! Hope you have a great weekend,
Juli @ Universe in Words
Your 56 seems to highlight the 'faceless' side to war. I imagine it's a sad read.
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Beautifully descriptive! I can visualize the scene....
ReplyDeleteThis looks like a good one. I have many family members who served in the wars. I can't imagine their memories. Bless all who protect us at home.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a serious story. I haven't read short stories in a while and hope to remedy that soon!
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting! It's always so interesting to peek into new books.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive. This looks like one worth reading.
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