Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


First Day in Vietnam

by Daniel Strange

Prose


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


MY HERO

By Michael Harmon, Army

Writing Type: Poem

In 1969 two things happened.
I was drafted and I was 1narried.
Michael, my son, was born with a
congenital brain disorder which
caused him to have strokes every few years.
As an infant he had strokes,
and as a kid, then as a teen.
We went horseback riding,
at first just mounting, then assisted riding,
then unassisted riding at a full gallop.
That helped him develop and helped him
overcome his paralysis.
After several weeks of horseback riding
he walked across a room and talked, too.
I was in the fight with him to help him develop
and he came a long way.
He was walking and talking.
He went to school at St. Timothy
where everyone liked hin1.
He was a special kid full of courage and kindness.
And we were very close, as one, really,
Until it happened.
A final stroke at 19 ended his short stay
after fighting alone in a coma for a year.
But I don't feel I ever lost him.
His spirit remains in me ...
Mikie forever alive.

Notes: Meg Reese

Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain

by Charles Marshall

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


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

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

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