by James Puff The soldier skirts the ridgeline not too silhouette himself, the sun begins to fade behind the mountains, the call to prayer fills the Continue Reading
tactical poet
“Empty Chairs”: By a Fellow Ranger
This first appeared in The Havok Journal on December 27, 2018, by a Ranger who wishes to remain anonymous, who was moved to write after the spate of Continue Reading
The Attack
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
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
I Remember It All
by Veteran James Puff I remember it was a gorgeous day not a cloud in the sky it was a Tuesday I was a junior in High school a teacher going class to Continue Reading
They Stand Still as Granite
They stand still as granite formed upon this field of rest In silent task, They lay with the rest the best that any brother could ask. Oh, these Continue Reading
Warrior Poetry: These Are Not Tears
by Carl Martin Johnson These are not tears running down my cheek. I am sure it must be rain. A sobbing man is shamefully weak, No matter what the Continue Reading