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A Common Bond II
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In 1993, two Vietnam veterans got together over coffee and founded The Memorial Day Writers' Project (MDWP), a creative vehicle and venue for veterans and others who have been touched by war. The MDWP sets up a tent within sight of the Vietnam Memorial (The Wall), rain or shine, every Memorial Day and Veterans Day since its founding, to encourage and facilitate the sharing of creative works by playwrights, poets, and home-grown balladeers. This eloquent anthology, A Common Bond II, carefully stitched together by veteran Richard Epstein, contains poetry, prose, and songs written by 21 MDWP participants, and spans 1993 – 2011, a period in United States history that began in peacetime and has stretched into the longest war fought by the U.S. military since Viet Nam. This sampling will make your heart bleed, but your soul will smile.

MilSpeak Books is the nonprofit publishing division of MilSpeak Foundation (501c3), and is dedicated to publishing creative works by military people. MilSpeak Foundation is dedicated to raising awareness about creative works by military people.

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Release dateMay 23, 2012
ISBN9781452477442
A Common Bond II
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Richard Epstein

Richard Epstein is editor of A COMMON BOND II. Richard enlisted in the U.S. Army and went to the Signal School at Ft. Monmouth, NJ. He was trained as a microwave radio repairman and was assigned to a communication site located in the northeast corner of Thailand (Phu Mu) with the 207th Signal Company, 1st Signal Brigade. After his return to the states, he served as an instructor at Ft. Monmouth. After three years in the Army, his first civilian job took him to back to SE Asia as a technical writer and then field engineer for Page Communication Engineers. He worked throughout Viet Nam and Thailand for an additional three years.

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    A Common Bond II - Richard Epstein

    Preface

    From a Co-Founder

    In 1993, two Vietnam veterans got together over coffee and founded The Memorial Day Writers' Project (MDWP)— a creative vehicle and venue for veterans and others who have been touched by war. The MDWP sets up a tent, rain or shine, and has encouraged and facilitated playwrights, poets, and home-grown balladeers within sight of the Vietnam Memorial (the Wall), every Memorial Day and Veterans Day since its founding. MDWP participants have also read their poetry and sang their songs at veterans' gatherings, college campuses, high schools, and libraries throughout the Washington, D. C. metropolitan area.

    The prose and poems presented here represent a sampling from the many readings presented at the Wall. You may not agree with all that is said, you may not like all that is said; but these men and women speak the truth—their truth, and offer a look inside our fellow veterans—the men and women who served their country, as well as their sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, husbands, and wives. Read slowly. Listen carefully.

    In a book with this magnitude of emotional output, the reader may be hard pressed to go back time and time again and complete the whole work, but read it all you must. What lies before you is the future of your sons and daughters: the scars and memories that will be carried for a lifetime if we can't find better ways to solve our problems other than with war.

    This eloquent anthology, carefully stitched together by fellow veteran Dick Epstein, contains poetry, prose, and songs written by mostly non-professionals. What you will find herein is raw, heartfelt, and moving. At times, your heart will bleed but your soul will smile. In many ways, with each emotional tug at your heart, you will be paying tribute to all members of the military, the authors, those who remember, and to those who gave all! I think that is the very least we can do.... read and remember.

    Clyde A. Wray

    Co-founder of MDWP

    www.clydeawray.com

    "Father and Son" Jessica Lee

    From the Editor

    In 2002, I published A Common Bond, a 150-page anthology of poems and photos by both American and Vietnamese veterans. The anthology presents selected poems to represent the many readings heard as part of The Memorial Day Writers’ Project, which takes place not far from the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, DC. Since then, many new authors of poetry and prose, singer/songwriters, and playwrights have come and gone. Now we’re hearing from veterans who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan. This eBook is a tribute to all of our veterans. May we learn from the past and re-learn how to live in peace. As each returning veteran puts down the tools of war, let them raise their voices and take pen in hand.

    Special thanks to Mark Raab, Suellen Manning, Jessica Lee, and Ken White for their wonderful photographs, Milspeak.org for this exciting opportunity, and to the all of the authors who voices may be heard in this publication.

    Dick Epstein

    Editor

    dick_epstein@hotmail.com

    "Qui Nhon Ammo Dump" Photograph by R. Epstein

    Clyde A. Wray

    Clyde volunteered for Vietnam. He arrived from Germany with 101st Airborne Division and was assigned to the 199th Light Infantry Brigade 1967-1969. He makes his living as poet, author, playwright, and director. Clyde has published several books of poetry and resides with his family in Canada. Clyde is co-founder of The Memorial Day Writer’s Project. You can hear and read more of Clyde’s work at www.clydeawray.com

    Clyde A. Wray

    For Those Veterans Who Find It Difficult to Breathe

    Through the Pain of Iraq and Afghanistan

    He is worse off now

    it’s the pictures of the dead

    of his long lost friends

    which light and live

    deep inside of his head…

    those shadows on the walls

    that call out his name

    want him to remember the sorrow

    the grief

    war’s destruction its pain…

    He’s worse off now

    though the years have flown by

    now afraid again to close his eyes

    never again did he want to see

    men in foxholes cry

    or that night-burst

    that once turned a midnight sky bright…

    He worse off now

    from the images he sees

    of flag draped caskets marched:

    eloquently

    silently

    solemnly

    across the television screen…

    He is worse off now

    than the years that are behind

    he weeps daily

    for the needless loss

    the deaths of all those that die

    in the opulent spring of their lives…

    Now again

    he must learn to breathe

    through the sadness and the ever present grief

    "Cholon" R. Epstein

    Clyde A. Wray

    How Long??? How Long???

    How long the bombs

    that foul the air

    how long the anguish

    wrenching cries

    mothers to suffer the dreadful lies

    how long to bleed tears…how long?

    How long the struggle

    with the foe

    to kill families we don’t know

    how long the tracks to ride across their backs…

    how long…?

    How long to listen to the serpents tongue

    that gives false hope

    when he knows there’s none…?

    How long to duty

    under tarnished flag

    where once pride flourished

    now that’s long past… how long?

    How long no sweet song sung

    of country’s honor

    of hope and love…how long?

    How long for hope of glory

    where there’s none

    none to make

    if it’s said there is then its fake…how long?

    How long the populace quiet tone

    to watch this evil go on and on…how long?

    How long ???

    Clyde A. Wray

    Let the Eagle Fly

    (To my Afghan Brothers)

    That’s right

    revenge is sweet, better

    served with bread

    bomb em!

    Bomb em

    bomb em

    until they’re dancing in the streets

    bomb em!

    bomb em

    bomb em

    until they change their minds

    let the steel black wings whisper

    in the darkest hour of night

    drop:

    honey

    barley

    wheat

    rye

    Bomb em

    bomb em

    by the tons

    hallelujah

    hundreds, thousands

    of sortie runs…

    By parachute

    drop

    those bombs

    vials of medicine

    they won’t break

    children will quit their belly aching

    Fill the skies of blue

    block out the sun

    carpet bomb

    with flour too

    add a touch of color

    corn just to see whose yellow…

    Let the eagles fly

    bomb em

    till we see light in their eyes

    "Cholon 2" R. Epstein

    Clyde A. Wray

    Futile Efforts Of Every Veteran

    Tried to lock it up, hide it

    in the darkest recesses of the mind

    tried to bury it cleverly, by not giving it light

    tried to forget it ever happened, that it cut like a knife

    that it sent waves of fear, that it turned blood to ice…

    Tried to slam the door on it, to keep it inside

    then much to quickly day turns into night

    tried not to remember the names, the faces

    those sunny and youthful manly embraces,

    they keep coming back, like someone had unearth them

    Tried to pray for the repose of their souls,

    that their God would tell them what their death was for

    tried to think that their spirits live in beautiful tall trees

    hear the sound of their voices, when the wind blows through leaves

    they're rooted to mother earth the way every man should be

    Tried to lock it up, hide it

    but then what for

    humanity hasn't learned, yet again another war

    once again the doors ajar

    its yesterday all over, you haven't gotten far

    "Brothers" Mark Raab

    Clyde A. Wray

    May He Look Down Upon You Kindly

    In praise of soldiers

    everywhere around the globe

    who thinks he fights for right

    you know it as your darkest day

    for which you’ll forfeit your life…

    your country stands behind you

    they’ll praise you to the hilt

    right or wrong they’ll rush to pin

    a medal on you

    shortly after you’re killed…

    praise to the soldiers

    who think they

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