Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Tonight's Patrol

by Justin Stone

Prose


Requiem for a Tet Survivor

by La Decker

Prose


I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


Talking With Regina...I Like to Do!

by John Bradley

Poem


FIRST JUMP

By Richard McKay, Army

Writing Type: Poem

The young paratrooper prepared to leap,
his guts were a quiver and his feet were asleep.
He shuffled to the door that was open wide,
and thought of the others who had jumped and died.
He gazed out upon the empty air,
and his heart was filled with a great despair.
He didn't look down and he didn't look up,
but still he puked in his vomit cup.
The red light was on, less than a minute to go,
How he got into this is what he wanted to know.
What crazy, irrational, foolhardy quirk
had ever persuaded him to enter this work?
While racking his brain to answer this riddle,
he knew in his pants he was starting to piddle.
Upon hearing the Sergeant holler, '""Get ready!""
he grabbed for his knees to keep them more steady.
Was it glory, or fame, or just for the loot
that he got into this game of descending by chute?
He thought at this point the question was moot,
and was helped out the door with the aid of a boot!

Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Welcome to the Suck

by Korby Rhodes

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem