family
In supporting their uniformed relative, army families embody the utmost contribution and commitment to their fellow countrymen.
The Battles Soldiers Face in Long-Distance Relationships
When the Army told me my unit was deploying for up to 400 days, a rush of emotions hit me. Before thinking about school and my future, I thought about my loved ones. Deployment would make me sacrifice important events — family dinners, my sister’s wedding, my dog’s last breath, and many more.
By Jordan Mendiola5 years ago in Serve
A reflection of my life
Reflections of my life was a Vietnam era song sung by the Marmalades. It was one of my favorite songs and still is. This song states that moonlight to sunrise that there are reflections of my life. But as I have aged I too am beginning to reflect on my life and what it has been. I am sixty years old, but the artist singing this song wrote it when he was fifteen.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee5 years ago in Serve
Parasites. Politicians. Soldiers. Sacrifice
My father was a soldier. Vietnam. He never talked about it much; most soldiers don’t, I’ve learned. Especially those who saw the worst of humanity and/or those who may have had to bloody their hands in the barbarity of that warfare.
By Josh Walker Beavers5 years ago in Serve
Canned Cake
I laid in bed exhausted from the nightmares that pledged my dreams and woke me once I finally manage to fall asleep. Today was going to be rough, I could already tell. I argued with myself on the best course of action, attempt to sleep more and face the nightmares in my dreams or get up and face the nightmares of my day.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Serve
Pretty in Projects
Im sure we are all familiar with the hit T.V shows from the 90’s that showcased the sumptuous homes of our favorite celebrities. millions of viewers would sit around watching and gaping at the fabulous furnishings and amenities that our influencers spent millions of dollars and wish they could live like that, even if only momentarily. I was one of those viewers.
By Auiwon Hicks5 years ago in Serve
Suitcase Seamstress
Blue polyester glistens in the sun as I find myself back at the table, hard at work on another project. A light sea breeze whips my hair as a draw a thin, white line across the bottom of the garment. Carefully, I measure the distance, making sure the line is straight and accurate. I look off into the distance for a minute and soak in the cool, dry breath of sky that surrounds me. But the moment passes and out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimmer of something shiny and metal on the table next to me: a pair of gold shears calling my name. I slip my fingers into the grooves of the handle and open them slightly, positioning them along the line I mapped out only a moment ago. I guide the blade from one end of the line to the other, slicing the fabric as I go. And as I open and close and open and close the long, sharp tip, a familiar sound enters my ears like a metronome, keeping the time: Schick, schick, schick, schick.
By Kelly Hallberg5 years ago in Serve
