by Bob Le Pine | Oct 7, 2009 | Poetry
In far off Afghanistan, a patrol wends its way down a dusty road where danger lies beneath the soil and clay while flying the maple leaf Soldiers enclosed in armored scout eyes scanning for ambush, hidden bombs deadly threats to take them out while flying the maple...
by Bob Le Pine | Jun 19, 2008 | Poetry
By the curb six men sit in the morning sun Side by side, but arrived one by one To fall in line, as soldiers are wont to do Each in a wheel chair Upon their chests, above their hearts, Medals lay, For duty done, A soldier’s pay The first one there was Billy Rice At...
