Oh yes, I'm getting serious now :-)
The ebook version of 'The Bethlehem Fiasco' has a NEW COVER!
Hopefully that'll bring a few more hits, plus a slight change in the tags...
The NEW cover was created by DL Zwissler, a friend and succuessful writer who wants me to be just as successful as she. If I was only 1% as successful I'd be happy, she sells 1000s...(jealous)...her Amazon page...
And what's happening? Well, I won 2nd place in a raffle, got a few dollars, and I'm keeping up with the TIW 12 Days of Christmas...here is my Day 9, a serious piece based on the Bataan Death march...
see it on the website, too...
“For a drop of water…” They held him up between them but he knew they
were suffering too. The Phillipine jungle wasn’t anything like the Bronx
and this march was no parade.
“Come on, Davis, we’ve gotta make it, all of us.” His buddies Steve and
Hess from the boot camp settled him on their shoulders again as they
watched a group of Japanese soldiers bashing in the brains of some
Filipino soldiers, finishing them off with the cold steel of their
“Oh guys, remember the Christmas do? So much drink, so little time to drink it.”
“Hell, stop thinking about drink. Think about…about girls, Davis. Girls.
How many danced with you that night?” Hess was always going on about
“Oh yeah, that was good night. They put on ’White Christmas’ and
everyone danced. How many? Nine, nine ladies dancing with me, little ol’
“Ladies, that’s kinda stretching it, eh, Davis? Eh?”
They laughed but Steve slipped in the mud made by a hundred thousand
footprints. Davis fell to the ground and was covered from head to foot. A
Japanese soldier ran over and poked him with his rifle.
“You can say that again,” coughed Davis.
Steve and Hess picked him up again and they both received the butt of the soldier’s gun.
“I guess he wants you to get up by yourself, Davis,” sighed Hess.
“Well, tell him it ain’t happening! This mud is so cool.” He squirmed around like a happy little pig. “Oink, oink!”