They Were Warriors First

by Matthew Davison

Prose


Somewhere a Woman Is Building an Ark

by Louise Eisenbrandt

Poem


Just for Today

by Michele Johnson

Poem


A 1984 Exception

by Katherine Iwatiw

Prose


Empty

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


The Mickey Mouse Watch

by Arthur Wiknik

Prose


LITTLE DUMMY

By Thomas Burns, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Back when he was lying there ""cutting Zs,''
He thought I was lying there scratching fleas.
But Cronkite was telling me about Vietnam every night,
And Eric Sevareid had even n1ore insight.
The main thing 1 found out was dogs wouldn't be drafted,
But my poor ole master was about to be shafted.
And the 1nore they'd want the big dummy, the louder he'd snore!
The last thing on his mind was going off to war.
But I was proud of him when he went off to help keep us free.
He kissed his girlfriend good-bye and said, ""Keep an eye on him.""
'Cause when it came to brains, he said I'd never had a lick,
And said I wouldn;t know it myself if I ever got sick.
While he was gone I'd hear her crying a Jot,
So I'd say an extra prayer that he wouldn't be shot.
And I'd listen with her to the tapes he sent in the mail,
And he'd say, ""Hello Little Dummy! Stop chasing your tail.""
His tapes kept telling her he was doing just fine,
But I knew better 'cause 1 could read between the lines.
He said LBJ and the draft board were all as dumb as ME!
And from the strain in his voice, I detected battle fatigue.
The first thing he said to me when he got back home
Was ""Hello, Little Dummy! Bet you never knew I was gone.""
Old Big Dummy was in pretty good shape when he got back.
Now he's back ''cutting Zs'' and Rather's telling me about Iraq.

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by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Metamorphosis of the Mind

by Shon Pernice

Prose


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by William Anderes

Poem


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by David Marchant

Poem


The Light Bulb Man

by Sean Parrish

Prose


Jamie and Roxy

by Richard Wangard

Prose