Author: Harry
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Jungle Boots
Jungle boots with tread worn thin. A part of me, a second skin. They carried me to parts unknown and never failed to bring me home. Caked with mud and canvas torn. They hate polish; they must be worn. In deserts dry or jungles wet when huddled ‘neath mosquito nets. Jungle boots protect my feet…
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Exploit
Ensign Hank Mathews slushed through the snow as he walked to the end of NETC Newport’s Pier Four. His footprints quickly vanished as the snowstorm pelted the wharf. In the distance Rose Island’s foghorn reverberated across Narraganset Bay. Even through water spotted eyeglasses Hank could see that USS SAMUEL B. ROBERTS weather decks were deserted.…
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Little Jack
Little Jack Duffy went off to the war In 69’ he asked for some more. His stature was slight but his courage immense. His drunken wife once knocked him off a fence. All the psychiatrists, doctors and men couldn’t make little Jack better again. His pain was unknown, repressed and unseen. Seeking solace in bottles…
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Welcome
Veteran Verses Military service is a challenging and often life changing experience. For many it redefines who we are and unlocks doors to what we can be. This site is dedicated to the poetry, short stories, and memoirs of the past and present members of the armed forces. It’s a forum to share experiences and…
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