Shrapnel: Fragments from the Inner Sphere
Shrapnel¸ those unexpected bits of hot metal that strike by chance. Soldiers in combat philosophize that when their time is up¸ thats it - theres no avoiding a bullet that has your name on it.
But when Shrapnel arrives¸ it is addressed¸ Occupant: To whom it may concern.
This collection of short stories are fragments¸ unexpected bits of life and death in the Inner Sphere. The sudden salty taste of blood. The acrid smell of scorched metal. A hot cup of coffee after a long nights battle.
Shrapnel is images and experiences frozen in the mind of the observer.