A view point from a helicopter pilot from Vietnam.

A poem for the soldiers fighting in other countries.

A concerned, discouraged rambling…

Reflect with a Soldier’s lost love, as she embraces the perfect gift.

My views on the War on Terror and the way we are approaching the whole war.

Treading heavily through the moon-lit fields, the air became colder with each step. Winter was coming.
No – winter had already arrived. The fires behind me were slowly dying down, and small flakes started blanketing the valley…

There were some mistakes in this poem when I posted it before. This is the correct version. It is such a special poem and means so much to me that I had to share it in its intended form.

A medic can’t keep her sanity.

Poem.

About the war in Iraq from the point of view of both the Iraqis and Americans.