As you may have heard me say (or read me write) before, there are very few occasions during which my military day job and my writing career intersect. Well, this is another of those. Last week I had the pleasure of supervising a detail of young recruits as they cleaned up a training area. A training area, for the uninitiated, is a piece of land set aside for field exercises; soldiers pitch tents, eat in the field, practice combat maneuvers, etc. This particular one is used only for hunting small game, interestingly enough.
This particular training area contained, of all things, a cemetery. Cemetery #4, to be exact. What blue-blooded American horror author could possibly resist the chance to snap some photos in an old military cemetery? While driving around today in search of an alternate route to this training area, I located several other cemeteries in the same area of Fort Gordon. A quick Google Search yielded a piece of diligent research by (apparently) an amateur historian who took it upon themselves to catalog, by name, the names on the headstones and the locations of the cemeteries. I’m willing to bet there’s more slideshows in your future, Dear Reader.
And, in case the simple beauty of the cemetery is too much sensory overload for ya, here’s a couple quick shots of an oozing garbage bag of liquified animal remains that one of my soldiers found, after the cut. Luckily, he was smart enough to find me intstead of picking it up.