Diterjang Peluru five Kali Prajurit Ini Tidak Cedera.

Max’s thoughts on Remembrance Day.

A description of one of the many things children in Afghanistan have to worry about.

A snippet of my third up and coming book. Please enjoy.

A touching journal of an Afghan lad searching for his family, life and glory within the dessert war zone.

The daily punishment, both moral and physical of fighting in Afghanistan.

Deployment to Afghanistan, the trip over.

Each line of this poem is representative of one dead soldiers funeral pass and review while I was stationed in Afghanistan during 2008.

With every day there are new acts of cruelty. Will souls of these perpetrators find rest?

I do not know the spoils of war. I have never seen the perils of combat. I have not witnessed the lost of a comrade that I slept next to in tomb-like bed crafted from desert sand. Whether right or wrong, war has no friends, the battlefield has no name and any wise person would instantly realize that there is never a victor.