Day 30/30-Day Writing Challenge

“Do Soldiers Die?” I asked my Papa

Anthony Huie

Early one afternoon, as a young child sitting in my front yard, excited to see the army march passed our gate, I would grow up to become a soldier, I told myself. In great numbers singing songs in unison, such impressive pageantry moved me. On this particular day, as the soldiers marched passed our gate, I turned to my Papa and asked, “Do soldiers die?”

My Papa, very slowly, turned his head in my direction, looked down at me, and with the strangest of expressions,
DID NOT RESPOND!

My Papa has since died and, to this day, never answered me. It was sometime during that period of confusion, I decided I would become nothing in particular until I could determine if they would die. Simple things, and perhaps not.

@Anthony2022mdh30Vibes

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Day 29/30-Day Writing Challenge

More than half the world have no idea

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

On the road to becoming a better writer I have learned the balance between speaking one’s truth, not all truths are to be spoken and the value of politically balancing the relevance of a topic with one’s own political center. Today’s prompt has stuck the cord of silence, the cord…

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Anthony Cloe Huie

Anthony Cloe Huie

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