Introduction: Creating the Tangible from the Intangible--Jenny Bell

Artwork History proves that wars cannot stifle or silence artists and writers. If anything, war has been an inspiration for creative minds— a driving force—for those who have experienced it first-hand. The eight artists featured in this second volume of the JME represent all spectrums of society affected by war—from the child of a service member, to the concerned civilian, to the active-duty soldier—and their works demonstrate how vital the creative process is in helping artists deconstruct troubling experiences and reconstruct them on their own term

Re-hinging Life/Scalpel to Text--Sarah K. Traphagen

Scholarship As we ponder the sesquicentennial anniversary of the American Civil War, the horrifying blunders in that era\u27s medical and surgical practices, and the very fact that this nation has been at war for many years, we recognize how different war has become over time. We also realize how different combat medicine is because of the devastating necessity caused by changing warfare

For a Soldier on His Birthday--Christopher J. Heatherly

I did not know your name, or your face, We never met in life, I stood on the flight line with many others, Saluting you, O fallen hero

Occupy Chem Warfare--Karen M. and Anthony C.

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Witch Hunts of the Military--Joy Parrish

When I was seventeen, I joined the Marines, naïve to the world outside Rockford, Illinois. One day I had seen a Marine recruiter walk past the open door of my high school classroom, and while I didn’t know exactly what he represented (my mother was a hippie and banned military talk in our home), I knew it was my ticket to a better life

Highway to Hell

So we were sitting outside the TOC, on call to take officers from the Puzzle Palace to wherever they needed to go in the mean streets of Baghdad to help us win hearts and minds

Up the Road a Piece

The window by my head offered almost no view, but through a gap beneath the hatchback of our Humvee, I could see what was left of the body we had just run over. A bundle of rags and bone, well-bloodied and rolled up onto itself as if furled. The pant legs flapped on the concrete and suggested an orientation to the remains, some sense of upper and lower, head-torso-legs

The Kentucky High School Athlete, August 1965

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The Kentucky High School Athlete, December 1967

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