Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


A Soldier's Wife

by George Kulas

Prose


PTSD and the Pandemic and Me

by Karen Green

Poem


Growth

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Seven Minutes Till Daybreak

by Neal Morrison Jr

Array


I'M STILL IN VIETNAM

By K. Larsen, Army

Writing Type: Poem

A part of me is still in Vietnam
Sometimes I forget who I am.

I heard a clap of thunder last night.
It gave me an awful fright.

Because there in my dreams
Were dying Army men and Marines.

I awoke and started to shout,
But I didn’t know what it was all about.

I was a good soldier -- special forces. We were one of the best.

We’d fight and take no prisoners, no survivors, and die like the rest.

I was gung ho airborne all the way.
We’d get no peace, no rest and fight night and day.

We’d fight the North Vietnamese and Viet Cong
From one end of their country to Saigon.

I didn’t want this war but I was there just as well. But to those of us who served, we all had our own private hell.

A part of me wished I was not in this war,
But another part already knew the score.

I’m a very confused, angry man
Since I went to Vietnam.

I’m still a child deep inside,
For I never had time for foolish pride.

I used to think I was very brave.
Now to be left alone is all I crave.

The V.A. hospital says I have PTSD
Because I fought from the Mekong Delta to the DMZ.

We fought for freedom and the red, white and blue.
We fought for America, Liberty and for you.

But all in all, I’m still in Vietnam.
And I still don’t know who I am.

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Cat's in the Cradle

by Tom Lauterback

Prose


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


First Day in Vietnam

by Daniel Strange

Prose


Vietnam Memories #1

by John Swainston

Poem


PTSD and the Pandemic and Me

by Karen Green

Poem