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


I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics


Talking With Regina...I Like to Do!

by John Bradley

Poem


Just Plain Lost

by Richard Wangard

Prose


BRING 'EM HOME

By Ryan Smith, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Here I am in a distant land.
The sun is so hot like the rifle in my hand.
I've been shooting for hours here in the sand.
My targets go down.
My targets are man!
Kill or be killed, my adrenaline flows.
Where's the next bomb, nobody knows?
It's hunting season here, but they're not shooting deer.
They're killing my brothers that the President sent here.
Just lending a hand to this dangerous land,
and the price for our help is the falling of man.
Support the troops; make this stand.
Bring them all home to the Promised Land.

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


The Promise

by Lynwood Hughed

Prose


I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


Created Equal?

by Richard Wangard

Prose