Maggie’s Drawers* by Janet M. Greenstreet
Beyond smoking scrub, a red flag rises on a rifle. I hear O’Malley curse the almighty as we all deflate: exhausted, hungry, lice-infested, frozen. Stillness shrouds our brooding group. More hours…
Omaha Beach, Normandy by Danny P. Barbare
Whatdoeshesee lookingoutthekitchenwindow smokingacigarette anddrinkingaMillerbeer? Statement from the author: I would get up in the middle of the night and dad would be drinking a Miller beer. Looking out the dark…
Honor Box by Janet M. Greenstreet
Worn and tattered, the Western Union telegram holds her heart within its folds. Shall I make wedding plans for Thursday or Saturday? She will wait for him to send word.…
Khormaskar by Matthew M.C. Smith
In 1967, the Royal Marines were sent to South Yemen to support the evacuation of the British from the port of Aden, a colony. My father was in Four Five…
Lava by Robert Libbey
“You a thief like your friend?” called a voice from the back room. The tips of my fingers left prints on a dusty soap wrapper. “You have any tissues?” I…
Table of Contents: Thank You For Your Service
Letter from the Editor Here We AreEd Ahern Aberrant Thought While in a Check-out LineEd Ahern Valor ConcealedJason O’Toole Out in The SuckJoseph S. Pete The SoldierJames Piatt Memories of…
Purple Heart by Janet M. Greenstreet
From a pallet on the ground I write home that my shrapnel wound is healing.I joke about being named to the hospital’s board of directors. This is not like any…
Valor Concealed by Jason O’Toole
Finally, Paris.Way of Utah Beach,Battle of the Bulge, Buchenwald. “Now Entering GermanyCourtesy of the Super Sixth” Grandpa as a young tourist.First trip abroad,stops along The River Seine.Garand over shoulder slung. Handsome in…
The V.A. Waiting Room, PTSD Counseling, 11 a.m. by Ron Riekki
I am waiting.I am waitingto go from one roomto another room.I used to waitto go from one baseto another base.I went from a basewhere a guy committed suicideto a base…
At the Airport by Catherine Zickgraf
I bring our children with chestnut hair.We mixed ourselves making them, saw we faredwell in an untested marriage. For a decade, thin cottonwrapped the bed. At night, all poverty forgotten.…