Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 7

by Daniel Strange

Art


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


We Got Here About the Time God Left

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


My True Hope in Troubled Times

by Karen Green

Poem


CAPTAINSHIP

By Ronald Boynton, Army

Writing Type: Poem

It has been said that each of us is the captain of his ship.
I sailed to the taverns and became a drunk.
I sailed to the race truck and became a gambler.
I sailed in on gossip sessions and became one.
I sailed to the house of ill repute and became one.
I sailed my ship to all these and more; I feared nothing.
I headed my ship for the Bermuda Triangle.
And, as others before me, sank down to the deep,
deep bottom.
Then I felt the warm hands and hearts reach down to
the depths
And salvage all that they could.
It is a big job.
We were not lost. We were there all the time,
Just waiting for God
And all mental health personnel for their much-needed
attention.
They are the richest people I know in the world.
For you have salvaged many of God's true treasures.

Notes: Joyce Wright

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


A Soldier's Wife

by George Kulas

Prose


Homes for Veterans

by Gene Groner

Prose