My story, The War Cannot Find Me, is being published in Niche Magazine! Second story in two weeks.
The story is about a World War One balloon artillery spotter. These guys had the worst job. They would stand in a wicker basket hanging off a balloon tethered behind the lines and connected by a field telephone, reporting what they saw and helping spot artillery. They were also ridiculously exposed to enemy aircraft. I read somewhere once that the number one job in the Great War for “shell shock” was balloon spotters.
Thinking about this job made me think about being a pilot. Here you are, soaring above the fray, perhaps feeling disconnected from the destruction bellow. But are you really above the fray?
When it’s out, I’ll be sure to post it here.