Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


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

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


The Old Warrior

by Brant Parker III

Array


A Soldier's Wife

by George Kulas

Prose


New Start

by Michelle Pond

Photograph


Vietnam Memories #1

By John Swainston, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By John L. Swainston

VA Medical Center--Kansas City, MO

 

We all thought we were really cool.

We had all finished AIT, our Army School.

We learned it was too late

to say, “Hell no, I won’t go.”

We had also learned to shoot straight.

We found our need to sin

in the streets of Saigon.

We needed to wash away that sin with gin.

We were drenched by the monsoon that came

in May and June.

We all knew that some would die soon.

 

Prompt based on “We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks.

Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


Strange 2

by Daniel Strange

Art


He Was the Enemy: A Soldier's Dilemma

by JonnieLynn Donatelli

Poem


A Soldier's Wife

by George Kulas

Prose


Growth

by Michelle Pond

Photograph