Dance Little Children

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Our Lonely Death

by George Nolta

Poem


A Place Where Soldiers Go

by Paul Gonzales

Poem


This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

Poem


Just for Today

by Michele Johnson

Poem


Empty

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


FIRST JUMP

By Richard McKay, Army

Writing Type: Poem

The young paratrooper prepared to leap,
his guts were a quiver and his feet were asleep.
He shuffled to the door that was open wide,
and thought of the others who had jumped and died.
He gazed out upon the empty air,
and his heart was filled with a great despair.
He didn't look down and he didn't look up,
but still he puked in his vomit cup.
The red light was on, less than a minute to go,
How he got into this is what he wanted to know.
What crazy, irrational, foolhardy quirk
had ever persuaded him to enter this work?
While racking his brain to answer this riddle,
he knew in his pants he was starting to piddle.
Upon hearing the Sergeant holler, '""Get ready!""
he grabbed for his knees to keep them more steady.
Was it glory, or fame, or just for the loot
that he got into this game of descending by chute?
He thought at this point the question was moot,
and was helped out the door with the aid of a boot!

A Knock on the Door

by Diane Wasden

Prose


The Light Bulb Man

by Sean Parrish

Prose


What a Beauty

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


Empty

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Voices in the Sky

by Paul Nyerick

Array


Purple Heart

by John Swainston

Poem