From my jeep in a convoy grinding through the base [...]

"This was once a country of artisans and poets." -- [...]

"This was once a country of artisans and poets."  -- [...]

I. Base Camp From where I sat in a five-ton [...]

And that was when the young priest, the young priest [...]

Home from a war of long ago, alone with shadows, [...]

It’s over now, John, you didn’t make the history books. [...]

Free falling five feet, M-16 and grenade outstretched as he [...]

The girl of warm hands would never understand why he [...]

Forty years gone, Tommy, so many rains ago the hulks [...]