I Am Grateful

by Support Our Troops Committee Zaloga Post American Legion Albany NY

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Flight

by Richard Wangard

Poem


Reflections

by Jay Massey

Poem


What Freedom Means To Me May 28th 2020

by Richard Wangard

Prose


My Guitar

by Louise Eisenbrandt

Poem


Duty on a Cold Winter Night

by Newberry Scott

Prose


LAST REQUEST

By Fidel Ramos, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I carried him across my back, never knew his name.
Struggled two miles, across enemy-held terrain.
So weary, finally we had to stop and rest.
I leaned him against a tree, in this rainy, muddy mess.
I offered him a smoke, he murmured,
""Soon I'm going to die.""
Saw his blood-soaked clothes, closed his eyes and began to cry.
He refused to let me move him, begged me not to leave.
Told him I had no choice.
In desperation he grabbed and held my sleeve.
He'd taken massive wounds in this lousy, living hell.
Seeping from his body was death's sweet sickening smell.
His fading eyes sent a message and a plea.
Sadly, I understood what he was asking me.
I didn't want to think, just to get this last job done.
Slammed in the clip, raised my rifle, fired -
For him peace at last had come.

Notes: Pat Kranzow

Yonder Comes Your Man

by Anthony Kambeitz

Poem


I Am Grateful

by Support Our Troops Committee Zaloga Post American Legion Albany NY

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Nocturnal Wind

by Williiams Kurrle

Poem


Highway of Death

by kimberly green

Poem


Listen to the Wind

by Anthony Phillips

Poem


Warriors for Peace

by William Hull

Poem