The Orange Juice Reserves

Tuesday's final word count (accomplished ten minutes into Wednesday morning): 5,067.


Excerpt of the Day:
“Look around us.” Ivy gestured with both arms, her floor-length coat spreading out around her like wings as she did so. “Does this look to you like we’re on the verge of war? Come on.” She tossed her head so her hair flew over her shoulder. “The only war we’ve had in the last twenty years never even reached US soil. What the hell does she think we’re gonna fight about, anyway? The dwindling orange juice reserves? Nah. That’s bull crap.”


Today's Research:
Army Ranks
Map of Fort Sill