“That sound. That groan chasing a clap. It hit me a second later. The shock wave knocked me on my back and my helmet cracked against the pavement. Bits of dirt and gravel rained down on my face. I couldn’t hear a thing.” – Micheal Pitre, Fives and Twenty-Fives One of the most recent Iraq…
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…