Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


We Got Here About the Time God Left

by W. Joseph O'Connell

Poem


Homes for Veterans

by Gene Groner

Prose


Growth

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


THE ARIZONA

By Harold Holland, Army

Writing Type: Poem

We are the Arizona lying here in the deep,
never to rise again, we are all fast asleep.
We shall never again see our family and friends,
for life as we did know it has come to an end.
We used to watch the sun dip deep into the sea,
thinking of the good times we had, just you and me.
We want you, who have survived us, to always remember,
all those who lie in the deep because of seven Dece1nber.
We are among the many shipmates who died, and fast asleep,
forget us not, lying here in the deep, and in your prayers, do us keep.

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain

by Charles Marshall

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


Vietnam Memories #1

by John Swainston

Poem