Stallion Try to imagine if you can, awaking before the sky gets light; and then thanking whatever it is you find holy, for just surviving another night. Then you walk out maybe thirty feet, turn your back and drop your pants; while holding your weapon, you answer nature's call, and watch for the enemy, scorpions, snakes, and ants. Breakfast is jelly on crackers, or some kind of meat from a small green can; half the time it is nothing at all, life's not easy as an infantryman. You … [Read more...]

Stallion It's often said that time heals all wounds, I would take that bet; Whoever said it wasn't looking, Through the eyes of a combat vet. There are wounded minds that have never healed, Nothing stops the pain; And nothing can give back that which was taken, And why was never explained. Enemy contact so long ago, Comes back on random nights; And the mind bleeds a little each time it relives, The terror of a firefight. Sometimes it's merely something seen, A certain sound or … [Read more...]

Stallion I've grown weary of fighting the demons, in the battle for my soul; my life is losing direction, almost void now of meaning and goals. The addictions I conquered so long ago, have risen from the ash; to feed the fires of torment, around which the demons dance. And as they beckon me to surrender, I can smell their fetid breath; I see purgatory in their eyes, I can hear their song of death. I wonder if peace will finally come, if I lay down and close my eyes; and abandon … [Read more...]

Stallion There are many people throughout history, that we should be thankful for; those that made us a nation of peace, those that fought our wars. Eisenhower, Pershing, Patton, Kennedy, Mandela, King; all knew life is worth fighting for, and freedom is a precious thing. Henry Ford gave us the automobile, Eli Whitney, the cotton gin; As for Thomas Edison, I don't know where to begin. Alfred Nobel gave us dynamite, Houdini showed us tricks; Madame Curie helped the sick. The … [Read more...]

Stallion In Vietnam and Cambodia, together served a small group of men; their lifetime bond and their stories, would be told again and again. There was a man in every squad, who carried the radio; it was a very important, very dangerous job, he was called the *R.T.O. He was our link to fire support, from the ground and from the sky; he always knew what we needed, and never had to ask why. His rucksack was the heaviest, his job unlike any other; we were blessed with the best there … [Read more...]

Stallion On Saturday morning I was in the car, the radio was on; the space shuttle Columbia had come apart, the crew of seven was gone. Thirty-nine miles above Texas, a Florida touchdown just minutes away: I drove in silence and listened, to what the announcer had to say. The tragedy was not survivable, smoke and fire streamed across the sky; debris would be scattered for hundreds of miles, no one yet knows the reason why. Shock was the initial reaction, now the nay sayers … [Read more...]

Stallion Spring 2003 A light fog hovers above the field, the pasture soon glistens with dew; as the morning sun nudges the horizon, nature starts her day anew. The scent of spring drifts through the air, grassy daggers begin to appear; and will soon feed a host of animals, such as cattle, horses, and deer. Certain trees have tiny green buds, while others have started to bloom; the wind sweeps last year’s fallen leaves, using its breath as a giant broom. Clocks will soon be set … [Read more...]