This is part of the draft for the book I’m writing, “The Crucible Experiment.” I’ll continue to post excerpts as I continue to write.
The crowd dissolved into complaints and speculation over who had ratted out the fight. Our tight throng scattered like spilled paper clips in a race to make it back to VMA in time. I later learned that some cadet—still unknown who exactly— had called the Officer of the Day from the Foxhole and reported the fight.
But I had Edwin deal with. I went over and helped him to his feet as everyone around me ran off. Mel pulled at my shoulder.
“Carla, we’ve got to get back to the academy, they’re going to shut the gate. Get him up and let’s go.” Continue reading
Here is the first part of the draft for the book I’m writing, “The Crucible Experiment.” I’ll start posting excerpts as I continue to write, and I would love to hear your thoughts.
If you want to hear how it all happened Mr. Montgomery, I have to start at the beginning, a few days before The Crucible. It was Thursday night liberty; a cold front had just blown in— I remember because the air felt cold and wet and I’d forgotten my gloves. I had gone out with my roommate Mel and nearly all of our Virginia Military Academy class. When nineteen hundred hours came around, many of us ventured the mile walk east out the main VMA gate into the Triangle town square. We would make an odd sight walking in droves down the shoulder of a country road in uniform, but the Triangle locals passing by are used to seeing us.