Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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Give thanks for all the new veterans who joined the Warrior Writers community in Boston this past week at the William Joiner Center. We are very grateful for the openness and amazing writing that the Boston vets contributed, and for the allies who helped make it possible. WW Boston be gathering in the next couple weeks to start preparing their submissions for the book. Contact Ian at Boston@warriorwriters.org for more info.
Featured Artist: Hart Viges
War feeds my soul
It gives me purpose
Fire coursing through my veins
Water through my eyes
Gunpowder through my fingers
Heart beats with adrenaline
Mother slaps my face with a kiss
Everything is upside down
Right side up
Home is gone
Sleep in sweat
War feeds my soul
It gives me purpose
Flip the coin
Wear black in Summer
Family safety brief
Found the struggle
The new war
A new way to fight
Fire coursing through my throat
Water through my eyes
Music moves my fingers and feet
Love feeds my soul
It gives me purpose
Writing Exercise - Hart’s piece speaks of purpose. For many the feeling of contributing to something was lost when they left the service. How have you found purpose in new places? Was there a struggle to find it or are you still searching?
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Warrior Writers hosts an artist talk-back and discussion immediately following the play, The Eyes of Babylon, showing Off-Broadway this Wednesday June 29. We’re offering 20 comp tickets to our network, so if you’re able to attend, send us your name asap.
In this commanding solo performance, Jeff Key describes how his Southern upbringing and determined patriotism lead him to enlist in the Marine Corps as a 34 year-old gay man. When the U.S. is attacked less than a year later on September 11th, Key finds himself unexpectedly preparing for war.
Wednesday June 29, 7pm
59 East 59th Street, NY, NY 10022
Free, first come, first served tickets – Send your name to firstname.lastname@example.org
Friday, June 24, 2011
From Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, given November 19, 1863 on the battlefield near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
The Gettysburg speech did pave the way
For all the benefits we enjoy from the VA
Like hospitalization, and primary care
Our GI Bill, didn't fall from the air
Like travel pay to get to my appointments
Full dental, mental health and antidepressants
If your damaged from service and your life is affected
In theory your automatically service connected
But a bureaucrat will fight you each step of the way
The process is tedious with years of delay
And once you granted the attention you needed
You wake up to the fact of how much we've been cheated
Who would have guessed all these perks of today
Came from a president now rumored to have been gay
June 24 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Since World War I was being fought in the snow
Christmas 1914 the soldiers endured
In the darkness, no mans land was obscured
But then a holiday tree could be seen in the wire
In the hearts of the soldiers, dreams of peace were inspired
The soldiers from Germany, France, and the UK
Played soccer together on Christmas day
The truce was not sanctioned, they were breaking the rules
To keep fighting on Christmas, they'd have to be fools
There was peace in some places till New Years Day
But higher up officers made them again square away
Now its Christmas 1968
Up all night for the Sun we await
Our lights are all gone and our vision impaired
It's so dark at night, except for the parachute flares
Our mortars are thumping, the tracers are flying
My heart double pumping, there's somebody dying
Bullets reach a target, may not be what you think
Its war for Christmas, we went over the brink
A hundred yards past the airstrip that night
The Viet Cong were trying, to get in close for a fight
Back in the world, Silent Night they were singing
When our mortars took out, the gifts they were bringing
Than came the sound of secondary explosions
I just put it away, and forgot those emotions
But now its all finished with, over and done
In spite of the dying, no peace has been won
World War I happened a long time ago
The reasons for fighting I never did know
In 2014 it will be 100 years
Since the war that was stopped by those brave mutineers
Is peace on Earth just some words in a speech?
Or could it be something war veterans might teach?
June 18 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
When I turned 18 and joined the US Air Force
Fifteen left behind on a forward air control post
On this island 5 miles off the Cambodian coast
The duty was hard but I did my time
But why did they take out the claymore mines?
I guess we were just a combat loss
It was down to us to pay the cost
I didn't know what all went down
It was just a bad place to hang around
Forty years past and my heads still a mess
The VA's calling it combat stress
If you serve your country just like me
You too may qualify for the VA extended warranty
June 15 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
On the TV news they keep on preachin
To go 24/7 their really reachin
Politicians under the gun
Must be day ninety one
Ice in the south and snow in the east
Tuscon mass shooting 6 deceased
Never a word on the two wars were fighting
Funeral protesters must be delighting
If we cant see the war we're waging
How are we to be a gaging
The cost of war is all but hidden
The VA system is overridden
There must be a way that we can see
The real news, and that’s bugging me
January 12 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
But they have no guts
Republicans hate democrats
They all drive me nuts
No other nation can take our crown
The lies they're tellin will bring us down
The war goes on its in the overtime frame
Vietnam Iraq different names but the same game
Open up your eyes and lend me your ear
Declare victory and get us out of here
June 7 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
This is not about any organization but a weird connection
I was a teenager speaking to my principal
A Vietnam Vet
At the time I was impressionable
gun ho for the invasions and slaying of evil doer muslim blood
He reached out to me and we never agreed
Except of our two minds that thought differently
At a young age I embraced music
Flavored in foreign worldly delights
I burned a CD of music that contained
Southeast asian 60s/70s infused acid rock
I gave this gift to my principal
I gift soon to become nothing but a gift but a prophecy delivered to me
He played it in his office and it came clear instantly
That he was no longer the head of the school that I was enrolled in
He broke out in tears
I didn't understand it fully until I became what he once was
I wonder some nights
How foolish I was not to see what a grown mans tears can warn me of what I was about to be apart of
Now I live a life of pain trying to not forget but accept peacefully that I was once apart of something larger
Something not to be proud of but something large nonetheless
Apart of American Imperialism
Apart of something I fought for and made it clear in my mind that it was right
Recently I tried to reach out to him and I still wait for an e-mail or call for all I got was a old teacher I use to have from that very school
She told me that she'd pass the message along
I told her weather or not I would ever speak to him that to leave my forwarded message with my quoted words
"You were right!"
He was a veteran of foreign wars
Wise in his age
Sending a message louder then any bomb
To a soon to be good ol boy
In Uncle Sam's fan club.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
and the burning coffee.
The elixir of the night shift
stripped of its essence:
Sporadic sleep under artificial darkness,
and challenging the insistent sun.
Running to embrace the comfort
only to find that all things had been raped.
Stripped of all fragrance and beauty,
to a bitter sludge
of shapeless grinds.