CLIP CLOP, CLIP CLOP

by Donald Conway

Prose


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


Welcome to the Suck

by Korby Rhodes

Prose


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas

Prose


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


IN ONE SOLDIER'S HEALING

By Chuck Widmer, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I used to say I'm sorry,
I didn't start this war,
All the pain and sorrow it brought,
I never could ignore.
I lay a wreath up in my heart
And hope you will forgive
The many wrongs we had to do
Just so we could live.
I'll see you aU again someday,
Hope you'll understand,
But now I have to walk way
And be a stronger man.
Knowing God picks his own bouquet
Brings a calming to my heart.
I think with me, I wasn't perfect enough,
So with you, he had to start.
Rest in Peace
All God's Children

Notes: Vicki Booth

Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere

Prose,Photograph,Art/3d


As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Thank You America

by david staffa

Prose


So this is Memorial Day

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem