From the Stern
There is beauty just looking at the ocean,
It fills a sailor with deep emotion.
To stand on the stern and depart the pier,
I pray to God I can see you my dear.
But the murky color of the harbor water,
Grows clearer as the ship moves farther.
Out to sea is the destination course,
My heart feels pain and distance is the source.
Sailors know the drill of underway,
Life is full of stressors
I, adamant about not being called disordered
Don’t ask – Don’t tell
Leave me alone
Do ask – Do tell
For I am caught in a place in-between heaven and hell
It’s as if I am in a humvee in a small insignificant convoy…
Aimlessly driving…
The lead vehicle hit…can you say “I-E-D”?
The third and last vehicle has disappeared from my dream and in reality
I hope that you all will enjoy this online version of Dispatches. I know you have been clicking away in expectation of it, but as you know, it takes a lot of work to do something new. All of you who have submitted articles, jim greenwald will be adding up your contributions and Terry Gould will be updating your buckaroos in your profile accounts. Congratulations!
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