Faces of The Homeless 2

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Cat's in the Cradle

by Tom Lauterback

Prose


First Day in Vietnam

by Daniel Strange

Prose


A Better Place

by Gene Groner

Poem


Vietnam Memories #1

by John Swainston

Poem


"Forecaste"

By Lynn Norton, Air Force

Writing Type: Poem

By Lynn A. Norton
—Leawood, KS


Drab clothing, shaved head, serried bunk and toilet, emblems
of military inductees, untouchable caste. Sentenced
to meaningless toil, degrading rites of passage. Loss of will,
privacy, dignity.  Erasure of self.  Deemed “lower than
whale shit” by shrieking drill-instructors. “Give me twenty!”

Sleeve with a single stripe, first rung on ladder
to elevated caste. Limited choice and movement,
relief from torturous training. Common laborer
conditioned to learn murderous craft. Heed advice.  
“Keep your head down.”  

Second stripe, higher rung, awarded sectioned barracks,
partitioned toilet, better chow. Leisure time, amusements
in venues commensurate to caste. Refine skills,
become a craftsman, dependable source
of putative violence. Follow orders. “Ignore your fear.”

Three stripes earn a rung with segregated housing,
dining choices. Responsibility to plan, lead, relay dictates
from superior castes. Supervise but no longer socialize.  
Trade privilege, resources to fuel the engine of combat.
Develop a muscular voice.  
“Kill the bastards and piss on their remains.”  

More stripes, higher elevation. Warrior, avenger, ruling caste
with mortal power. Manager of battlefields. Dutifully listen
to priestly castes above but do what experience demands.  
“Keep your head down. Ignore your fear.  
Kill the bastards and piss on their remains.  
Take no prisoners.”  

Take My Hand and Walk With Me

by Gene Groner

Poem


Faces of The Homeless 1

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


Strange 7

by Daniel Strange

Art


I Left Mississippi

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


Dave 3.0

by David Cahn

Prose


A Soldier's Wife

by George Kulas

Prose