As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


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

Hartford, CT. Great Circus Fire

by George Arnold

Prose


Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose


Requiem for a Tet Survivor

by La Decker

Prose


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem