Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


Cat's in the Cradle

by Tom Lauterback

Prose


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


My First Day in the Field (The Jungles of Vietnam)

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


Women in the Military History Speech – March

by Judith Leu

Prose


WALKING MY LORD TO CALVARY HILL

By Patsy Cumbie, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Three men hung on crosses at Calvary, but only one died for you and me.
As he hung on the cross that cold dark night,
A world of sin was his only flight.
They put nails through his hands and feet so they would know him, should they ever meet.
With mocking and scorn, they placed on his head a crown of thorns.
Throughout the night, he was heard to plea --
Oh God, my God, hast thou forsaken me?”
As the heaven’s roared and rumbled and the skies opened, these few words were spoken:
“My son, my son, I set you free,”
Just as he died, when
He died for you and me.

Notes: Rafael Jubera

The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain

by Charles Marshall

Poem


The Quail Hunt

by Trina Mioner

Poem


Strange 8

by Daniel Strange

Art


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Dave 3.0

by David Cahn

Prose