As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard


Thank You America

by david staffa


Life Was Simpler When I Carried a Duffel Bag

by George Kulas


I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics

Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei



By Brian Powers, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Why should I keep charging on?
Perhaps to write a brand new song.
Something new (not heard before)
Of ancient history or early lore.
The Roman legions, the gore of war,
The Spaniards hacking an Aztec shore,
The disease of Europe, killing more,
A latent plague, a virgin land,
To prey upon the red-skinned man.
And then what the plague didn't kill,
The firewater drank its fill.
A warrior now too good no more,
The spotted pony on to war.
Upon the hill amidst the sage
Is where the warrior is today.
Look up! Look up into the sky,
A soaring hawk goes gliding by,
Its wings wide spread against the wind,
The whole world his only friend.
If I were this hawk today,
I wouldn't screech so pleasantly
Of the sight below.
So plain to see the ravage rent upon the land,
That the warrior once held in hand,
And held it up, lifted it up toward the open sky,
For the great spirit to sanctify.
His holy land bought for a sack of beads,
Astounding even for white man's greed.
A deed from me to you and you to me,
But the land is still there for the hawk to see.

Notes: Jacque Burgess Karen L. Burgess

Iam still standing , she is still standing

by Penny Deere


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by Lynwood Hughed


Welcome to the Suck

by Korby Rhodes


Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand


Too Late

by Tony Craidon


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns