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.

Ashes IV (memories)

Count the ashes

Drifting like snow

Faces… so many faces

Lost midst the glow

Weep yourself dry

Then cry again

For days snuffed out

And days ne’er to begin

So much horror

So much pain

How do you learn

To live again

When you’ve wept all your tears

When your soul is bone dry

When the ashes drift…

Drift through the sky

Sands on the shore

Just faces, nothing more

But faces have people

And people have names

Names lost in the tide

Ne’er found again.

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.