Fictional Autobiography AutobiographyFictional Autobiography by ~gghy
Many issues envelop the modern world, terrorism, environmental disasters, along with many others. I remember a time when things were simpler, and people were care free most of the time. My name is Buck Hansen and I was born on July 4th 1900. I lived a short and fiery life in St. Louis, Missouri and died in a speakeasy shootout on July 4th 1925. It all started the night before, around ten o'clock. I was having a drink with a few friends in one of the busiest speakeasies in St. Louis. As soon as the clock struck ten a man came stumbling in and shouted "hide the booze! The cops ar
ResistanceResistanceResistance by ~gghy
Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you a story that will send shivers down your spine, and make you thank god that this is just a story.
July 1945, an American fleet that includes a mass of over 5 aircraft carriers, 10 destroyers, 10 PT boats, and 15 submarines are in the eastern pacific during an intense storm. The sea is so rough that some of the American fleet is already capsizing. The admiral is considering aborting and going back to base. A senior officer is scanning the haze with his spyglass when he sees some ships in the distance and tells the Admiral sir you should come take a look at this. By now the admiral has seen these ships and takes the spyglass. The admiral confirms his worst fear. Sir are those friendly? No answer. SIR ARE THOSE FRIENDLY? Do those look friendly to you McCullen? said the admiral as he shoved the spy glass into senior officer McCullens hands. As McCullen took one la