Tag: Vietnam

  • As Americans Lay Dying

    As Americans Lay Dying

    I went to a store today that I had not been to in 3 months. I quit going before masks were mandated because it felt dangerous to shop in a store where people got right up next to me unmasked. Here in Oregon, we have[..]
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  • We Have to Lead Each Other Out

    We Have to Lead Each Other Out

    I never liked Science Fiction as a genre. My brother was a Star Wars and Star Trek fan. Not me. I never wanted anything to do with people dressing alike. I dropped out of Brownies and later ROTC for those very reasons. You might have[..]
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  • The Ring of St. Simons

    The Ring of St. Simons

    She gave me a ring; rose gold, with a Celtic Cross made of turquoise, a diamond at its center, this woman whose name I can no longer remember. I saw her sitting there, on a bench in a dark corner of a popular eatery in[..]
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  • A Fallen Brother

    A Fallen Brother

    Editor's Note: The following is an article I wrote for the VVA magazine that ran shortly before the publication of my memoir AFTER THE FLAG HAS BEEN FOLDED (Wm. Morrow). While working on that memoir, I searched for the men who served with my father.[..]
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  • My Confession

    My Confession

    Twitter is not going to shut him down. Not for the love of God, man or country. So it is going to be up to the rest of us. We the people. We are the engine that drives Twitter. Without us, there is no platform.[..]
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  • The Banjo Player

    The Banjo Player

    He was standing next to a pick-up with New Jersey license plates with a banjo strapped around his neck and a face mask pushed up on his head. "Look for the people who wear face masks," someone suggested. "They will be the people who believe[..]
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  • From the Porch

    From the Porch

    I called my friend Ray this morning. I've never actually met Ray. I only know what he looks like from the Christmas cards he's shared over the years. Ray and his wife Kathi live in Wisconsin. On the day of Wisconsin's primary I was thinking[..]
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  • In Praise of Irish Poets & Children Everywhere

    In Praise of Irish Poets & Children Everywhere

    The Stolen Child W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939 Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen[..]
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  • Sick at Heart

    Sick at Heart

    Some of you know I am back at university working on a degree in Appalachian Studies. During some of my reading I came across a quote that echoed with me. It is from Rebecca Harding, the Civil War era journalist/author known for her devotion to[..]
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