Hartford, CT. Great Circus Fire

by George Arnold

Prose


As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Tonight's Patrol

by Justin Stone

Prose


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


BLEEDING RELIEF

By Mark Booth, Army

Writing Type: Poem

I cut hard and heavy
and deep
just to believe
it's me
and I'm
still alive.
I
don't feel a thing
and I do wonder why
blood
runs
on the outside of my skin
to make a path for another drop
by my feet,
a dark red, almost black
puddle gets ready to harvest.
Any vampire would be
delighted with the feast
already warm and ready to drink.
Oh sad warrior, thank you.

The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Requiem for a Tet Survivor

by La Decker

Prose


Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


Created Equal?

by Richard Wangard

Prose