Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


Tonight's Patrol

by Justin Stone

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose


Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem


SITTING IN THE DARK

By Michael Monfrooe, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Author's Note: This poem is dedicated to Leo, who helped me cope. I saw it in his eyes.
As I sit in the dark fighting back the tears,
Remembering the past, remembering the fears,
I miss my buddies, friendships dear.
It's been so long, so many years.
We looked for the enemy wherever they might be;
We saw the side of war that most never see.
We were the infantry; we trained to be the best.
We had pride in our unit; we stood above the rest.
I remember my friend falJing; I still hear his screams.
I still see it after all these years, see it in my dreams.
I held him dose; medivac was on the way.
I could see death in his eyes; I didn't know what to say.
The world turned silent as I gently closed his eyes.
I wondered if when a soldier passes, do the angels cry?
As if he were a child, I carried him to the bird.
The medics took him from me; no one said a word.
The mission wasn't over; the enemy was close by.
There was no time to mourn, no time to cry.
Remembering the past, remembering the tears,
Sitting in the darkness, fighting back the tears.

Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


Thank You America

by david staffa

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose