I was watching the
wind’s last playful
tug on the
disappearing day
wondering about
what tomorrow
might bring when
the phone rang. It
was the sound of
desperation looking
for work. My words
of “don’t lose hope”
seemed so empty
after the call. Maybe
not to him but to me.
All I could do was
pray about tomorrow.
Hope for tomorrow.
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I dreamed of writing during my teenage and college years, but my plans were put on hold in 1965 when I entered the Army. Somehow, a four year enlistment into the Army Security Agency turned into a career! While serving in the Army, my writing skills were honed in assignment after fascinating assignment, e.g., language analyst, basic training drill sergeant, small unit tactics (Cavalry) instructor, Pershing operations sergeant, to name a few. I served as a Vietnamese, Cambodian, and German linguist with tours in Vietnam, Thailand, and Germany. Over twenty years later, I retired from the military and continued to write full time for industry and the private sector.
I have returned to the passion of my youth to write the thoughts of my heart in excellent poetry and fiction. (See the Short Bio page for more backstory.)
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