Accidental Astronauts

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Three Buddies

by Jack Tompkins

sketch


Poppy array

by Penny Deere

Array


An Encounter at the VA Hospital

by John Swainston

Poem


U.S. Meat Mart

by James William Miller

Poem


The Thoughts of Finding a Middle Ground

by david staffa

Dialogue within a PTSD Mind


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.

What It Means to Be a Veteran: Reflections on the 20th Anniversary of 9/11

by michael mcbride

Poem


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by Paul Gonzales

Poem


Poppy array

by Penny Deere

Array


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by Gene Groner

Photograph


Answering the Call

by Daniel Allen

Poem


Feelings

by Lenny Ellis

Poem