The first days were always the hardest. It had been six months since I stopped counting the days and the nights. But somehow, somehow — I knew this was the first day. Maybe it was the black fog overhead, or the constant beat of war drums coming ever closer.
"War"
A 1200 word short-short in a PA setting. The POV character is a young father who is never named. His only goal is the safety of his newborn daughter. It doesn't exactly end happy or satisfying. But Planet-Mag picked it up in October of last year. I think you can still find it on their archives. Or I can post what I have here.