My Death Defying Life as a Soldier

by Dr. R. Douglas Iliff

Prose


Remote Control

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Memories of a Battlefield Nurse

by Louise Eisenbrandt

Poem


When You Wish Upon a Star

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


Haiku for Spring

by Gene Groner

Poem


A Tear

by Dan Yates

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

Ella's Submarine

by David Ludlow

Prose


Drifting Wood

by William Snead

Poem


The Love of God

by Gene Groner

Poem


Haiku for Spring

by Gene Groner

Poem


Viet Lament

by Paul Nyerick

Prose


Veteran’s Day

by James Breitweser

Poem