Wednesday Wisdom: C.S. Lewis


“Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies,

let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage.”

–  C.S. Lewis


Prisoner of War – Memorial Day Tribute


Media: graphite pencils and multi-purpose paper.

Survivor — Out of the Darkness

Inspired by a man. A soldier.

A rescue pilot during the Vietnam War.

And a prisoner of war for seven long years.

Out of the darkness rise the voices.

Through the shadows appear the images.

Memories… too many memories.

All unforgotten.

Missing In Action – Memorial Day Tribute

They never found my dog tags

My jacket or my hat

Gone without a trace

I vanished just like that


When the battle had subsided

When they counted all the dead

Still they couldn’t find me

No clues left to be read


They typed my name

On a plain white page

Sent it home to my family

Because I was MIA


Am I dead

Or do I yet live?

The days pass

Still no answer they give


Am I safely hidden

Or rotting in a cell

The months slide by

Still no one can tell


I wonder if they

Still remember me

Or if my name has faded

To no more than a memory


The worst part

Is the ambiguity

Hanging in the middle–

Gone? Or yet living?


And if I’m alive

If I return

Will I yet be the same

Or will I have changed


Missing in action

A name on a list

Recalled by a few

But by my loved ones missed

Unnamed Soldier – Memorial Day Tribute

Memorial Day tribute. A sketch of mine, based on the famous photograph by Horst Faas. The original photograph was of an unnamed solder, member of the 173rd Airborne Brigade Battalion, at Phuc Vinh airstrip in South Vietnam–dated June 18, 1965. My medium is graphite drawing pencils, on multi-purpose art paper. My next mission will be to invest in a phone with a better camera.


The sketch…


Ditto, but with a printed copy of the photograph for perspective.

The Warrior’s Sacrifice



You emerged alive

You offered your life

In pain and strife.


A simple thank you

Does not suffice

For the gratefulness

Cherished inside.



Danger every day

You cleared the path

You paved the way.



You gave yourself

Stood in the breach

Passed through hell.


What else can I say?

What else can I do

But shake your hand with

Teary eyes and a thank you.

Saga of a Hero

Epic Charge

It’s the story that is always told. It’s the tale that never grows old. Down through the ages the saga marches–near and dear to the heart of humanity. It is the saga of the hero. The story of one person recognizing what needs to be done, standing up, taking lead, and charging ahead bravely, no matter the strength of the foe.


The sun was beaming

O’er tree and field

Gleaming on breastplate

Sparkling on shield.


His helm was tall

On noble brow

His eyes were keen

As a mighty owl’s.


With shining hair

And upflung head

Into victory

His army he led.


His arms were strong

His rough hands sure

Out into the open

His foe he lured.


A battle light

Was in his eyes

He stood his ground

His sword pierced the sky.


Valiant heart

Noble soul

Steadfast strength

His spirit whole.


A long drawn breath

The moment still

With racing heart

He breathed his fill.


Then a shout—

All hell broke loose

He rode to ruin

With no hope of truce.