Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


Talking With Regina...I Like to Do!

by John Bradley

Poem


An Intrepid Hero

by Daniel Wolfe

Prose


Having a Baby in the Navy: A Memoire

by Deborah Welch

Prose


The Voice

by John Muza

Prose


A Veteran’s Lament

by Kwame Toshambe

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.

Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


I've Lost My Mind

by Melvin Brinkley

Poem,Songs Lyrics


Too Late

by Tony Craidon

Poem


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


Just Plain Lost

by Richard Wangard

Prose


The Voice

by John Muza

Prose