by Anonymous | Nov 11, 2016 | Poetry
Sitting here with darkness wrapped around me my memories eat slowly through my soul I wonder if the light will pierce this darkness to heal the hurt and pain and make me whole I am pieces hiding in life’s broken jigsaw Those near me try to make me whole again I place...
by BJ Lewis | Sep 10, 2015 | Poetry
Don’t do it brother, I’ve still got your back, just like I did when we served in Iraq. I can see that you’re hurting in ways I can’t fix, but find strength in the fact that I’ve still got your six. The bond that ties us has never been stronger just talk to me bro,...
by Mick Wilby | Aug 3, 2015 | Poetry
We wanted to be soldiers, And so we joined that band Of brothers, British soldiers, our freedom to defend. They taught us to be steadfast, To march in perfect ranks, And how to face the enemy, with our rifles, guns and tanks. They trained our minds, how not to care,...
by Anita Roberts | Mar 20, 2015 | Poetry
Is it the battlefield or is it in the kitchen At the sink staring out of the window Is it the spare room the no man’s land Is it she crying silently into the pillow With the noise of battle coming from Her husband’s rantings in the living room Is it the banging of the...
by Rob Wharton | Dec 11, 2013 | Poetry
If you had seen what we have seen, upon the field of battle, If you had watched as comrades fell, and heard machine guns rattle. If you had heard the scream of shells as they hurtled overhead, If you had wondered deep inside if you may end up dead. If you had heard...
