by David P. Ervin I asked a buddy how he was doing the other day. I keep in touch pretty regularly with “Doc,” a combat medic who served in Iraq and Afghanistan. We live in the same town, but I hadn’t heard from in a while. He replied with a phrase that’s emerged in the lexicon of American…
by Travis Switalski, Sr. The places where we fought are more than names on a paper map. They are more than colored areas between black lines on a globe. They are real places where we struggled and poured sweat in the blazing heat. They are places that we loved to hate but fought for anyway. Day…
“Yet we few pay such a heavy price in hopes that our Efforts might keep children, now yet just little boys, From having to decide their innocence and lust for life may best be sacrificed” -excerpt from “Once Again to Be a Little Boy” by Dillion Naslund I read this poem over and over. Its…
by Travis Switalski, Sr. I have been told by my civilian friends on many occasions that I should relax because the war is over for me. They keep telling me to let go of the past and to get over it. They ask me what my problem is when I am distant, assuming I am…