Military Poetry

Trajectory Calming breath. Let it out. One more settles the nerves. Hold it part-way. Two point five pounds engages the trigger. Control the recoil through the eruption of noise and fire. One twist in nine inches sets the rotation. Out of the barrel arcing against gravity and gently nudged by the... Sign in to see full entry.

On the March As one, we are an Army. Answering the call carried by the turbulent storm. Rising to stand shoulder-to-shoulder against the rushing wind, we move ever forward. Hands numb from the stabbing cold, forced to bear the unbearable heat, night and day bitter fatigue. We fight the pain without... Sign in to see full entry.