Blood slaps wetly against stone. For a long moment, the three of us stare in silence. Carried by the buffeting wind...
Battlefield Blog: Chaeronea
Battlefield Blog: The Durand Line
The airplane windows rattle ominously, the noise echoing and rebounding through the cramped cabin. Sunlight, filtering through...
Battlefield Blog: Glenshiel
Stepping outside the car, I could feel the rough gravel grate against the soles of my worn-out hiking shoes. The wind, funneled through valley’s steep slopes, clawed at my sweater...
