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By Cory Rosenke   Vermont’s Green Mountains rolled toward the early summer horizon like waves upon an emerald sea. Cows grazed lazily near the fence lines, their bells clanging a slow rhythm, while a nearby creek rippled over smooth stones. In the clearing beyond, two boys laughed as they chased frogs, their bare feet splashing through mud and moss.   Ethan’s golden hair caught the sunlight as he knelt low, hands poised to snatch a slippery toad. Beside him, Caleb’s dark curl

By Cory Rosenke The afternoon sun poured gold across the mountains as Charlie stepped into the waiting SUV, his laughter mingling with the excited hum of his team’s voices. He had known this rhythm for years—city to city, campus to campus—yet it always carried the spark of new beginnings. The familiar thrill coursed through him, like a living flame fanned by holy winds. In and around the vehicle, yet unseen, a mighty presence lingered—a guardian who hadn’t left Charlie’s side

By Cory Rosenke Eric pressed his shoulder against the cold steel of the landing craft, the metal biting through his soaked uniform. Bullets whizzed overhead, a relentless swarm of death, pinging off the hull like hail on a tin roof. The boat lurched, slamming into the Normandy beach, the roar of the sea mingling with the thunder of artillery. His heart pounded, a frantic drum in his chest, each beat screaming,  I’m not ready. I’m not ready.  Salt spray stung his eyes, blurrin