Winter Military Fiction Short Stories

A vast, windswept expanse of Nunavut snowscape under a painfully bright and cloudless sky. The air is crystalline and freezing, the silence broken only by the wind and the movements of a military unit taking a rare, sun-drenched pause.

A canvas wall tent pitched in knee-deep snow. The temperature is dropping past thirty below zero. The air smells of woodsmoke, damp wool, and unburnt propane.