He is such a loving man. It may be a good thing to talk about it. Who really knows. Only the ones still not at peace can say for sure. But he never talked about it. Service for a lifetime. A career. Continuing long after the fighting was over. He gave the silver star to his mother. She was proud to have it. He's not sure where others are right now. He had two sons. One served for a while. Not a success. He has never been...
She was the only one that ever made this behemoth feel small. She was the only one that ever made this behemoth feel safe.Demons clawed and chewed at me while I slept. Malintent their only joy. My waking hours were spent confused at the wounds inside.Till one day, I no longer recognized who I thought I was.What painful visions before her eyes, as I teetered on the wire. High above an abyss of no redemption and no return.I...
The families of the three men all endured fear, anxiety, and heartache while their loved ones were in the service. On Veterans Day, America will recognize those who lost their lives after answering their country's call to duty in the armed services. Many people, including some who were in the military, have a problem deciding what constitutes a “real” vet. It isn't a simple designation. Various combinations of length, nat...
Not for the first time, he wondered if he was destined to become just another aimless, wounded war “hero” in an era when wars and heroes were no longer in fashion. "What’s dat stuff on your face? What is it?" Mark Cahill tried to pretend he was still asleep but the high-pitched young voice was penetrating and persistent. He had already endured two rough connecting flights and even rougher landings. Now this, and it wasn’t...
Every wound heals Leaving you with scars Some big and some small I see you struggling day in day out standing in by lanes of life Unable to soothe your hurts and not letting me heal you, I see you scratching your old healed scabs Making them bleed afresh. I see a weary soldier fighting for his soul, A fight he loses sometimes or wins a minor war. I make you crave dreams, family, and love All hallucination of desert mirage...
The smiling, long legged brunette in the photo leaned against the door of a familiar car. One hand held a set of keys against her freckled cheek while the other seemed to toy with the unfastened snapof impossibly skimpy white shorts. In between, an unbuttoned olive-drab, US Army fatigue shirt was spread just wide enough to give a teasing peek at the swell of her firm young breasts.The soldier holding the photo smiled. He’...
