CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP

by Donald Conway

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Thank You America

by david staffa

Prose


Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


Talking With Regina...I Like to Do!

by John Bradley

Poem


Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei

Poem


DARKNESS

By Anita Massey, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I feel a darkness drifting,
Memories settling in
Of barracks bleaching in the sun
With dust devils in a spin.
When I close my eyes
I see the signs of war,
Shadows rising inside,
Rambling near and far.
Near, I hear the noise,
See choppers racing by,
Trucks rolling with soldiers
On their way to die.
Far, the life I lead,
Another time and place,
I almost can feel it,
A memory to embrace.
It hurts an inner part of me.
As memories float inside,
The urgency is there
To go away and hide.

The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP

by Donald Conway

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


Tonight's Patrol

by Justin Stone

Prose


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem