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Only Suffering

September 19, 2007

Only Suffering War started today, our missiles banged into Baghdad, disappointment has crept into my thoughts, for my country started the war. We watched as if we were innocent, viewing scenes of death and dying, strategies were discussed as in sport, all are guilty, like the nazi’s, for not saying no, for not protesting. Each […]

Protesting War . . .

August 20, 2007

Protesting War “Man Arrested Protesting War”, was the headline, or something, the story didn’t make the front page, Protesters, marched, against the opening of a museum, a display, vandalized, red paint thrown on the floor. The famed Enola Gay, was on display, the one that dropped the Atom bomb. Then, I saw him, nearly eighty […]

Only Suffering

August 17, 2007

Only Suffering War started today, our missiles banged into Baghdad, disappointment has crept into my thoughts, for my country started the war. We watched as if we were innocent, viewing scenes of death and dying, strategies were discussed as in sport, all are guilty, like the nazi’s, for not saying no, for not protesting. Each […]

Storm’s a Coming . . .

July 15, 2007

Storm’s a Coming Storm’s a coming sense the change the trees leavesare still so very still we wait . . . anticipating knowing it has to come so many have died and yet the leavesare still so very still. Dan HanoshDreams are yours to Share My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004 Soon […]

And Their Words Would Haunt Me Forever

June 28, 2007

And their words would haunt me forever As a boy growing up in a small townI was not protected from the outside world every night as we ate dinner it managed to scale the walls I had built to hide behind From halfway across the world from ricepaddies in the delta came the gruesome black […]

My Promise

June 14, 2007

My Promise Many years have past since I’d been a gung-ho youth of fourteenVietnam had been a child-like fantasy of glory and honor cradling me proudly almost daily I sat transfixed to nightly news reports and the body counts of the fallen soldiers never did I think of war as hell now I can’t forget […]