As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


Tonight's Patrol

by Justin Stone

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose


Requiem for a Tet Survivor

by La Decker

Prose


DEPRESSION WAITING FOR A NEW SEASON

By Renee Ball, Army

Writing Type: Poem

When I was twenty, I was a seed
buried in the soil waiting for
moisture and warmth.
When I was thirty, I was the
parched earth waiting for the
monsoons to green me.
When I was fotiy, I was a
changing leaf waiting for a
wind to blow me
to the earth.
When I was fifty, I was a snow
covered plant waiting for the
thaw to put my seeds in the soil.
When I was feeling depressed,
my soul was waiting for a new
season to nurture it.

As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem