JB’S JOURNAL FOR WRITERS

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JB’s Journal for Writers is a weekly newsletter dedicated to the writer who never has enough time and is crushed by information. The journal highlights important information to help writers sell books.

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 SETH EXCERPT FOR YOUR READING ENJOYMENT

“I liked Seth.

The book and the man.”

Ray Simmons

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Seth returned to the Econo Lodge at the Newark International Airport. Tossed the carry-on onto the bed. He was oblivious to the roar of jets swallowed into the darkness of midnight.

Good-bye had always been part of the job. One moment they were his comrades, the next unrecognizable from the bomb blast. It was that way since his first firefight. It remained until he left the battlefield for the final time. Death was just another part of the workday. No time for tears or reflection. He had to keep his head down, or he’d become unrecognizable too.

Maybe it was because he was older. No longer invincible. Just mortal. Subject to death. Or maybe Billie was the one who had unlocked his heart. Whatever, it was a terrible night. A good-bye night. The letter was Billie’s last words he’d read. Tomorrow, Billie would be a memory.

There’d never be any new words.

Seth held the letter like a jeweler held a diamond. He’d seen the hand of death too many times. Tonight was Billie’s turn. Eyes clouded, filled with tears, he unfolded the letter.

 

They’re all gone, Seth. Cooper, Byrne, Podlaski, Santos, Johnson, Takahashi. I see their dead faces every day. I’m so sorry to do this to Mollie and the kids, but I’m no good for them. They need someone who is alive and can love them. I’ve been dead for a long time. Please watch over Mollie. Cover her flanks. I love you, Seth.

 

Semper Fi.

 

Billie

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