Bombs will fall. Some will die. Perhaps twenty. With 150,000 people in the city, my chances are good. But, of course, I put myself in harm’s way, travelling to the front-line and courting danger. So, my risk is, let’s say, one in 50,000. I do, I thrive on danger. There’s a rush to it, when you feel the wind from the angel’s wings on your cheek. When you turn your cape and the horns stab empty air. Some might say I’m a conflict junkie. That addiction perhaps reduces my odds to one in 10,000. Some will die. But not me.
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Neil MacDonald Author 
Loved this line — “There’s a rush to it, when you feel the wind from the angel’s wings on your cheek.”
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Thanks so much, Tannille
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Dear Neil,
That attitude will probably be his end. But he’ll go as he wished it, in a blaze of gory. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Blaze of gory, Rochelle? I like it!
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It was deliberate. 😉 Glad someone caught it. 😀 Sometimes ya just gotta have a little pun.
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Some people risk everything & yet are unharmed.
Odds are stacked, still they are fine!
God decides who lives the next moment.
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Thanks for reading, Anita
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Some day the odds will run out and that bull will make a hit. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Trent
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I wonder if some journalists in conflict zones, either do not understand the danger or else think they are immune from bullets and bombs. Best to get out the kill zone fast.
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I think it’s an addiction
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Hmmm, a bet you have to have that sort of complex to keep going back, but eventually it will be their turn.
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There’s a bullet with his name on it
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You character seems not to realise that many leave before they are ready.
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He is sepcially chosen
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Skilled character study, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re welcome.
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I like the brush of the angel’s wing on his cheek. Sure would like to know if he survives!
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He is lucky
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Oh, good 🙂
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Frightening mind.
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But interesting
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Indeed.
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Good character study, Neil. I like the protagonist’s poor attempts at reckoning up his chances; I like the bullfighting metaphor. Nicely done!
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Thanks so much, Penny
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Probably safer than skiing off-piste!
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Or going to the polling booth
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Why anyone would wish to do that I cannot imagine.
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The buzz, perhaps
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Well done, Neil, and very real. The experience of danger and death are addicting.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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I suppose you need that kind of conviction to do that kind of job. It’s kind of self-sustaining… until it’s not.
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Conflict junkies have always fascinated me
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Conflict zones , if can be helped, avoid them. We see enough already…
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Then what would the war correspondents do?
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Yes, of course. They are heroes.
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There are those who court adrenaline like others court love. And … then there are those who unless they are in danger, they do not feel alive. Well penned, my friend!
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Thanks so much
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🙂
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Great writing! I like the line about the angels wings… Great imagery. Well done!
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Thanks so much
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Hmmmm he may put himself in higher danger but it sounds like he’ll take those odds.
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I thnk it’s the odds he lives for
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