I’m in my car Traveling down the road With the 1,000-yard stare My heart rate starts to riseFeelings of hyper-vigilanceHits me like waves I grip Continue Reading
Tactical Poetry
Fear Only Comes in the Pause
When you stop.When you remember.Those bullets are for you.That rocket is for you.That IED is for you. If you keep moving, fear will never lay a Continue Reading
Tactical Poetry: Deal with the Devil
by Bryan “Gannicus” Myers I took a chance, a deal, a bargain of old. With a grin, a cigarette, and a cross in the road, I had a midnight hour, a Continue Reading
Tactical Poetry: The Fence
by Carl Martin Johnson The soldiers came this morning To build for me a fence. They showed up without warning But I said they could commence. The Continue Reading
A Devil’s Funeral Detail
by Bryan "Gannicus" Myers -A flag is folded- -Roll is called- -21-gun salute- We aspire to be great, we train as we fight, We are daydreamers who own Continue Reading
There is So Much More to Living
by Barnes Desolation at its best is described without despair and help an endless drug of depression will run a struggle throughout life Nothing is Continue Reading
Tactical Poetry: We Who are about to Die
by Carl Martin Johnson “We who are about to die salute you!” As is custom, thus we greet. Great Caesar, we fight to suit you. In victory and Continue Reading
A Veteran at the Art Museum
by Monica Deck One afternoon, my friend took me to the art museum. In those gardens, there is a place a tunnel walls of gray rock in wire Continue Reading