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"Mud - Army 116th Field Hospital"
by Mike Dailey

Every day it rains - and then there's mud
Clean room?
   No way, in the mud and the humidity and the heat
   Under a green canvas tent
   In a clearing in a tropical jungle
The same thing evey day, every week, every month
   Triage the incoming
   Fix those that can be fixed
   Bag those that can't
   Relieve the pain and suffering of those that survive
   On a cot, in the heat, the humidity
   You send the invalids back to the states
   Ship the bags of the dead with them
   Send the woundend/repaired back to their units
   With the possibility of return
   The green canvas tents in the clearing
   Of a tropical jungle
   Where it rains every day
   And then - there is

"Word War II Nurse"
by Chris Carlisle

She was called out
not by Uncle Same
but by God to leave
complacency and
safety only to
encounter endless
challenges of mind,
body and spirit
into a Pacific
Island mudhold MASH
unit, remote and
forsaken by all
but the wounded and
dying, distraught men
whose dreams all sank
in the mud of muck
without glory or
their mother's love, now
lying motionless
on Army cots lost
in shock and pain and
crying out to God
to die.
But she came close by
and knelt by each side
smiling, touching, bent
on redeeming bodies,
minds, and spirits well
enough to redeem
them from their pit/y
and flush them with hope
of compassion's love
whether to live or die
was now gain.

"Field Hospital"
Somewhere in the Philipines WWII
by Susan Willets

Am I dead?
My eyes focus on the light
Illuminating the canvas above  me
Breezes waft through open tent flaps
The air is hot and humid.
The static in my brain
Prevents me from forming words
If I am alive...why me?
Life and death seem so random
I deserve neither
The pain in my body  is searing
I fear triage for my soul
Will be a far greater pain to endure
I think I am in a field hospital.
I look down the line of cots
Where is my platoon?
How long have I been here?
I am no hero
I am the scree and detritus of the consuming evil
called war.
War has shredded by body and mind.
It's evil continues to flash before my eyes. an altered mind
That seems not my own.

W e l c o m e   t o  . . .

W e l c o m e   t o  . . .

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"Silence is the Bone"
by Timothy L. Rodriguez

cummings and goings

try listening to dissent
from the Silence in
 -- and of --
          his bone knowing

full well the bone
is rowdy, already pooling
toxins and sins
its matte finish
fairly screaming
but calmly going
about linking decibels
until a bag of them,
puddle wonderfully,
framing a discipline--
         the once sunly cummings--
speaking in lower case
but not in each breathing
rather, in inky,
tight-lipped dints.

         by Timothy L. Rodriguez

Folks on a Rainy Day 
Never save so much
                                  as a dime
Because rainy day
                                   is everyday
And there's no reason
                                    to save
When one day's the same
                                    as the next

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Theme Poems
Occasionally, we challenge ourselves to write a poem inspired by a picture. 

Below are a few of them based on this WWII scene at the 116th Station Hospital at Leyte Island, Phillipines, Dec. 1944.

by Timothy L. Rodriguez

Pools differ from puddle
In color
One trends toward shades of red
The other
Tends to stagnate in fecal browns.



"Army Nurse"
by Mike Dailey

Chutes floating over the jungle
Must have been about mid-day
And when shadows moved in the evening
We would lie in our cots and pray

The red sun on the canopy
Told us who they were
No time to think about them
Our days are such a blur

A tent isn't much protection
When the enemy comes to call
We'd hear a shout or a gun shot
Curl up in a foxhole ball

Sleep still in our khakis
A helmet by our bed
Roll ourselves under the tent flap
And sleep on the ground instead

A rosary in my pocket
A payer upon my tongue
A letter still in writing
From a nurse that felt so young

In the daylight, see the damage
From a night that felt so long
Scrub up for the morning duty
Let the soldiers see you're strong

They carry them in on stretechers
Or in the back seat of a jeep
This one needs our attention
This one's wounds will keep

That one's leg is shattered
That one's chest is raw
That one just won't make it
But that's  not the last I saw

Morning turns to evening
And still they bring the boys in
There's no rest for the weary
And the night begins again

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"Rest in Peace"
by Mike Dailey
The trumpets sound, the angels sing
A loved one's returned to the King
Tears of joy, laughter, joy
Greet our loved one now above
And down below the rain keeps falling
Friends and family all are calling
Disbelief and sympathy
How could God have let this be
But God, He knows our loved ones worth
He's known it from before their birth
And when it's best to call them home
And claim them as His very own
So celebrate the life they led
The dreams they lived, the dreams they fed
The love they shared, may it increase
And may their souls now rest in peace.

by Mike Dailey

T'was the day after Christmas and the house was a fright
The grandkids had come, there was no silent night
Ribbons and wrapping and bows strewn about
And we were completely -- COMPLETELY -- worn out
I in my PJs and she, her nightgown
Had gotten up early while the kids were still down
She needed coffee, no sugar, no cream
She stepped on a Lego but muffled her scream
And hopping about she repeated a word
That I knew for a fact was better not heard
Then she turned with a start and a look that could kill
And I knew for a fact I'd best bend to her will
So I rushed to the closet and picked up a broom
Intended to sweep up the mess in the room
But she held up her hand and shook her sweet head
Said "I'll do the sweeping--you pick up instead"
Before we got started, the kids came downstairs
With a look of defeat, we fell back in our chairs
The cleanup could wait, the kids wanted to play
After kisses and hugs, I mean, what could we say
So the day after Christmas, like the day just before
Was filled up with laughter and oh so much more.