Tag Archives: Metcalfe

blog 358: dybbuk

I sat on my grey with Khan Son # 1 to keep watch as the savage wake filled the wet night. We sat on our horses under umbrellas. I held Mary’s umbrella. Then we heard a rustle and my younger … Continue reading

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blog 356: now what?

It was a ghastly march in perfect silence. We were staggering by 5:00 when we sighted the drainage canal which was swollen with monsoon rains. It looked like our version of Palam only there was absolutely no fucking away we … Continue reading

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blog 353: how mad is mad metcalfe really?

Wilson the Weak Wrist Witless Wingnut the Scion of Heroic Gerbils, alas The Goat, has been eager to kill me off or at least make me go away. So I briefed him in Chamberlain’s tent and sneered like the arrogant … Continue reading

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