My name was once Glyndwr Michael. I was a Welshman, a laborer. That is, until I died. My new life, if you can call it that, finds me as a Major in the British Royal Marines. Got a new name too. William Martin. Sounds important. Got a new job too. Suppose to deliver a message. Suppose to turn the tide of war. Let’s hope I succeed.

(For more on this real life event, check out the Wikipedia entry.)


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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