Bad Luck Chuck

'I was there', Chuck says hoarsely. 'I was in the middle of the insanity. But I myself, I wasn't insane.' He swallows. 'I went in sane and I came out sane. My arm may have been blown to bits, but my mind is still in one piece. It's been thirty-five years now, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. My whole platoon--' He stops. There are indistinct shouts from the audience. He raises his stump, smooth and pointy as if there has never been a hand attached to it.

Read my new war story, "Bad Luck Chuck". Watch it, there's a nasty twist at the end.