A killer on the road..
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) My time in the Middle East. Killer on the road.. A Iraqi man sipping his coffee.He watched the military trucks drive by. He looked to the sky and… Continue reading
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Missing pieces. Part two.
Missing pieces. Part two.. In October 1950, a North Korean Army major referred to as “The Tiger” took command of more than 700 American servicemen who had been captured and interned as POWs.… Continue reading
I will return my love..
( Death valley. Gun and bullets don’t care who they kill.) I will return my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is… Continue reading
Rebirth..
( Corporal Johnnie in 1992. Station at Fort Ord, California.) Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth… Old Johnnie drinking… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City.
( Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I… Continue reading
Shadows of war..
Shadows of war. I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan.
My home is Northern Michigan.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
21 gun salute..
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war.” Twenty one gun salute.. LoyaltyDutyRespectSelfless serviceHonorIntegrityPersonal courage(Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking good.Ought to be in Hollywood. Brotherhood of Soldiers.Ain’t… Continue reading
Mercy.
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched… Continue reading