Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


THE BUNKER IS A TOMB FOR THE LIVING

by Hartley Barnes

Prose


Zipline

by donna zephrine

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


Requiem for a Tet Survivor

by La Decker

Prose


Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


Too Late

By Tony Craidon, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By Tony James Craidon
--Maple Grove, MN

 
I am past my time,
I should’ve known more.
I should’ve realized
There isn’t any more.
 
The beauty of nature is to surpass evolution,
A task I wasn’t up for.
If only I could challenge Grandfather Time,
I’d fight for those I adore.
 
I have taken a step back,
A step in need of recovery.
My last wish is to see mine succeed,
To have minds opened with discovery.
 
It’s too late for me,
I hope this isn’t my only time around.
I wouldn’t carry so much on my back,
If I only had another time around.

As sniper Beardsley was good at his work

by William Arthur

Prose


The Hand of God in Vietnam

by Max Riekse

Prose


Our Last Night in Xuan Loc

by William Howard

Prose


Hanging Tough Is Tough

by George Kulas

Prose


Green and Gold

by Scott Sjostrand

Poem


Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei

Poem