“Bomb kills Iraqi childrengathered around U.S. troops,”was the screaming headlinethat greeted me from bright-colorednewsprint.It seems the Marineswere Continue Reading
Philosophy & Poetry By Lou Marin
Why?
Wrinkled and Proud
Only six hours of sleep?You have got to be kidding.I hung up the phone, sighing deep;get moving, time for planes to take wing. My boots could use a Continue Reading
Veterans Day 2009
“October has been the deadliest monthfor U.S. troops in Afghanistansince the war began eight years ago.” In the pre-dawn hours he stands,silent and Continue Reading
Upon a Black Wall
Instead of being surrounded by soft pastelsand resting in a favorite comfortable chair,they are just stark nameschiseled into cold black stone. 1st Continue Reading
Sunset, A Fight, A Prayer
Another evening comes to Afghanistan. Sun’s rays brilliantly paint the skies.Under reds and maroons,Night slowly creeps down passes,Settling into Continue Reading
Those Who Serve and Those Who Wait
Standing tall and strong,he protects a loving familyas the battle still rages on.Protector of safety and unity,he knows right from wrong;bastion of Continue Reading
Standing Tall
Standing tall in military blue,I proudly protect Americans.Standing tall in military blue,or camouflage uniform subdued,my guiding light and beacon,I Continue Reading
Private Andy Andrews
He's just a stooped old man to some.To the ravages of age he slowly succumbs.Death is coming to the generation he belongs to.To me he is a hero, still Continue Reading
Flying Freely, The B-52
The mighty airplane roars through the sky.A steel bird, behemoth on high,manned with a courageous flight crew,bringing destruction, committed to peace Continue Reading
On the Shore
On the shore the flag standsred, white, and bluewaving in a gentle breeze.Alongside a Union Jackand Tricolore she stands tall,guarding rows of Continue Reading
Pleasant Wood
They call this fine lawn"Pleasant Wood Cemetery."A mere breeze of dawnacross the beautiful prairiesilent and dew wet,stirs the green carpet. 90 Continue Reading
The Death Clock
Standing at a too young man's graveside.A cold North Dakota November windblew snow up my uniform pants leg. As the honor guard leader called"Ready, Continue Reading