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Warrior Writers Raw, true.

I find myself running and hiding all the time. Running and hiding from life from the pain and agony it brings. It builds up inside of me, I feel the fire it's burning my thoughts, my head, it blinds me, my thoughts my dreams all gone to waste. #writing

(...) every time we climbed back into that truck there were fewer of us. That never made it more comfortable. Those of us who were left would stuff ourselves into our old positions so as not to interfere with the space a fallen comrade had once taken. #writing

Red, white, and blue, another folded triangle. A rifle, some boots. Dog tags that jangle, like chimes in the wind, that absolve away sin. A lone empty chair, at the dinner table. #writing

A road construction jack hammer sounds like a 50. cal Metal chink chink chink as hollow casings fall The embarrassment’s the same Flinching from out going fire As climbing out from under a table after the pop of a car tire #writing

Warrior Writers Been there did that

This one goes to Warrior Writers and Nate Lewis, an angel on earth.

we dragged this man across the gravel because he had lost the thing inside of him which made standing capable (...) as we walked Helton talked about how much he enjoyed doing what we do, and again I nervously laughed just right so that I wouldn't let him see I was uncomfortable.

A ragged child stares at passing soldiers Band of babies, brown skin brown dust and dirty feet Passing soldiers mingle at the market marking danger with pointed weapons A ragged child enamored with foreign soldiers

So we pushed this broken mans head into a pole. Because we are sad people. I think about this a lot. So I am not going there an innocent man. War turned us all into cowards and hypocrites, and none of us have much room to stand morally. #writing

We were collapsing like buildings, cracking like concrete, as childhood myths and storybook fairytales started to crumble at our feet. We discovered that sometimes there are no heroes, and war stories have no happy endings. Some of us stopped believing in saviors then. #writing

Remembering and honoring our Veterans today. Enjoy this video from State of the Arts & let your legislature know you'd like them to support the arts. youtu.be/NhCbsLneukM Warrior Writers combatpaper

" We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields."

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When we arrived, it was like a parade. They threw roses and smiles, dusty kisses and cheap cigarettes. Hopeful hands reached out from all around us, surrounding us with enthusiastic welcome. Tiny bare feet ran alongside our trucks on scorching sand and broken asphalt. #writing

Some of us stopped believing in saviors then. #writing

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