Shrapnel, those unexpected bits of hot metal that strike by chance. Soldiers in combat philosophize that when their time is up, that's it - there's no avoiding a bullet that "has your name on it." But when Shrapnel arrives, it is addressed, "Occupant: To whom it may concern." This collection of short stories are fragments, unexpected bits of life and death in the Inner Sphere. The sudden salty taste of blood. The acrid smell of scorched metal. A hot cup of coffee after a long night's battle. Shrapnel is images and experiences frozen in the mind of the observer.