war
Writing
Blood, White, and Blue: February 2003
By Catherine StrayhallIt’s been more than 30 years since Nam. It’s been about 20 years since the Wall went up, but this is my first time visiting it. Right now, my nephew, Robin, is headed to Kuwait, and probably soon, Iraq, for another war.
Still Life
By Haley Renee BornI’m sitting in the middle of nowhere, on a hill looking toward the horizon. No tripod, just crossed legs and my elbows resting on my knees, holding an old camera filled with darkroom film.
What He Carries
By Kristen ZuchowskiHe carries his equipment
He carries his uniform
He carries his ammunition
And his weapons
But he carries much more
He carries his heart
His memories
Though most importantly
Normandy, music & lyrics by
By Phil RoachA soldier dies on the battlefield on a beach in Normandy just barely old enough to shave and
just off papas knee buried in the ground with theses final words
[Chorus]
Dear ma and pa im doin fine here overseas I send my love from me and John and the
War That Can Not Be Won
By Taylor HavilandWe are all rugged people,
and through out soft degrees.
Many a mean have shouted,
Many have fallen too their knees.
We think we’re at war with others,
But wrong because we are at war
with ourselves,
Vintage War
By Dotty HarrisonLife to all, the empty promise
I’ve found something new
Take your script and watch it slip through
Cracks so obvious
A Trench in Hell
By Patrick BarryRain floods the trenches on a cold darkened night,
And the battle drags on. How long must they fight?
Rats grow fat as they feast on the dead.
The constant shell impacts get to the head.
You keep your bayonet close, and your eye on no-man’s-land,
Relics of the Past
By Michelle ChanThe peace the nations had promised
Some days that were gold
Now all fade into stardust
Disappearing with the old
Sarah Forbes Bonetta: Captured African Princess
By Calla HinderksScreams thickened the air,
A scene taken from a nightmare,
Flames licked through the dry grass,
Tribe members pounded the ground, fleeing,
Rifles blasting, the sound deafening,
I hid in my hut,
Peering through the window,