Minor Character
[Author's Note: This story was originally published in September of 2001 in my literary LiveJournal community, indiefiction. It plays with the notion of the "main character."] Gun shots fired all around me. I was cowering in a foxhole. I crouched next to James Corker. He was my reason for doing anything. "Joe," James said. "I'm going over." We had made it this far, I figured he couldn't die. Actually, I convinced myself to the point that I actually believed that he couldn't die. My life had been plagued by stereotype war movies. Every one had some buff major character that could run through a barrage of fire without getting shot. Then there was his buddy who would follow, and get hit by stray fire. That was how I felt most of the time after I met James. We were paired together, after the war broke out, and the propaganda distributed. We were stationed in the same area, and were placed in the same group, and finally paired up due