Thursday, June 30, 2016


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Coming Up Roses

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Old Number Nine

Old Number Nine

Billowing puffs of carbon
Spewing from her throat
As she climbs the mountain
Straining, straining, straining
Then springs a fountain
On the downhill slope
Her mighty whistle dopplers
As she sounds a lonely note
Chugging slowly to her stop
At a station far remote
Steam pouring from her feet
She breathes heavily while she rests
She eats a mighty breakfast
Coal and water serves her best
Slowly her breaths increase
Under protest, her iron wheels creak
Soon enough momentum
Brings her to full speed
Her smoke trails behind her
Leaving her passage in the air
Miles of track before her
She follows without care

(C) April 3, 2008 by Terry Sutherland

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Sunday, June 5, 2016

Memorial Day

I received my Vietnam Veteran Pin from Rep. Ryan Zinke in a Memorial Day ceremony.  It seems attitudes are changing and a good number of us remaining Vietnam Veterans are owning up to having been in Vietnam.  We were Vietnam Veterans before being a veteran was cool.


The Society of the 173rd Airborne Brigade (Separate)
The Republic of South Vietnam