The Gates of Nothingness

by Ben Hawkins

Poem


Solitude by the Sea

by William Anderes

Poem


The Turret Guard

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch


Stones River

by StevenMiller Miller

Prose


An Affinity With Acronyms (OTUS and OTY)

by CJ Reeves

Poem


Remembrance

by CJ Reeves

Poem


A SONG

By Brian Powers, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Why should I keep charging on?
Perhaps to write a brand new song.
Something new (not heard before)
Of ancient history or early lore.
The Roman legions, the gore of war,
The Spaniards hacking an Aztec shore,
The disease of Europe, killing more,
A latent plague, a virgin land,
To prey upon the red-skinned man.
And then what the plague didn't kill,
The firewater drank its fill.
A warrior now too good no more,
The spotted pony on to war.
Upon the hill amidst the sage
Is where the warrior is today.
Look up! Look up into the sky,
A soaring hawk goes gliding by,
Its wings wide spread against the wind,
The whole world his only friend.
If I were this hawk today,
I wouldn't screech so pleasantly
Of the sight below.
So plain to see the ravage rent upon the land,
That the warrior once held in hand,
And held it up, lifted it up toward the open sky,
For the great spirit to sanctify.
His holy land bought for a sack of beads,
Astounding even for white man's greed.
A deed from me to you and you to me,
But the land is still there for the hawk to see.

Notes: Jacque Burgess Karen L. Burgess

Sergeant Mackey

by Dwight Jenkins

Poem


The Gates of Nothingness

by Ben Hawkins

Poem


Dance Little Children

by Dennis O’Brien

Poem


Metamorphosis of the Mind

by Shon Pernice

Prose


This Road I Am On

by David Marchant

Poem


The Turret Guard

by Jack Tompkins

Sketch