Recent Reviews for John T Dixon, Jr
Mommy, What Is A POW/MIA? (Military Category) (Book) - 7/24/2008 8:57:34 PM|
I am the Author of this book. This book was written because I feel the children and generation of today are having history stolen from them. The history book writers as well as many politicians are trying to sweep the POW/MIA issues under the rug and it is not fair to the thousands of men and women that have died to keep this country free. The politicians have even changed the POW/MIA name to be "missing-captured". This is a slap in the face to the warriors that press forward on a daily basis so you and I can do the things we do.
"Mommy, What Is A POW/MIA?" is written about a little girl named Savannah who overhears her Mom talking to her Dad about the Mom's brother, Uncle Bobby. After many questions and a heartfelt talk, Savannah learns what it means to be a POW/MIA and how we are allowed to have our freedoms because of the selfless acts of these heroes. The book also has a 6 page coloring section, and the full color illustrations show some of the United States most meaningfull monuments. The last section in the book is full of websites to help the civilians and veterans alike find information on almost any subject that deals with veterans.
I hope you enjoy this little story about Savannah and maybe you will learn some information that you did not know along her journey. Be on the lookout for more of Savannah's journey in future installments.
Thank You for your interest in my book!
John T. Dixon, Jr.
Their Memory Survives (Poetry) - 9/24/2008 10:08:13 AM
Heart-touching poem. John you would, I think, enjoy my husband's poem, "The Universal Warrior." Read it and let me know. And I'll read POW/MIA of yours. Happy writing. Linda
The POW/MIA (Poetry) - 7/30/2008 7:15:57 PM
I have seen "The Wall" and etched a few names of frieds of long ago. Too many have been left behind and no will to find them. In limbo they remain until one day all will come home, beautiful, passionate writing....
Be always safe
The POW/MIA (Poetry) - 7/30/2008 2:21:52 PM
I just e-mailed your poem to a friend of mine who is actively involved in the POW/MIA effort. Even now, I think it is utterly disgraceful that we left our men behind and that our government has, for the most part, forgotten them.
I have another friend who once shared the story of how he was walking in New York City, one day, and came upon a homeless Vietnam vet. My friend went into a restaurant, bought the vet a meal, and when my friend returned the next day to the restaurant, he was refused service by the waitstaff because he had helped the homeless vet.
The situation is so sad and the sacrifices these veterans made, only to be tossed aside is appalling.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
The POW/MIA (Poetry) - 7/30/2008 8:32:01 AM
Coming home after being a POW/MIA doesn't always mean you are free from the memories. I knew a Vietnam Vet (I'm one myself but was never a POW/MIA) that was a prisoner of war for several years. That experience scrambled his brain severely and he lives a homeless life even with full veterans disability due to the mental damage. A doctor I know treated homeless people for free. But he couldn't get this guy to trust him so one morning he took me with him to an alley in Pasadena where the homeless were waiting with this ex POW/MIA. It was my job as a Vietnam veteran to gain the trust of this guy so the doctor could treat him. While we were talking a chopper flew over and the ex POW/MIA went into a flashback and ran toward the nearest building as if it were a bunker. He was screaming "Incoming, Incoming." He hit the wall and knocked himself unconscious. The bump on his head was the size of a golf ball and just as hard. It was a good thing the doctor was there. There’s a lot more to this story, but I think this is enough to get the idea across. Some wounds never heal like war veterans returning with PTSD just from combat without having gone POW/MIA.
The POW/MIA (Poetry) - 7/30/2008 7:58:03 AM
I will always remember as I trained with one or two in early 70's...Peace is always the way...
The POW/MIA (Poetry) - 7/30/2008 7:16:24 AM
My uncle was a survivor of Bataan - for over 3,000 days he was held captive - he stood 6 foot 2 inches in height. When liberated, he weighed 82 pounds. Can you imagine? 82 pounds. He would never talk about it, carried the memories with him to the grave ... I miss Uncle Duke. A powerful, powerful write, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Their Memory Survives (Poetry) - 7/30/2008 7:13:04 AM
As the daughter/sister/niece/cousin of Veterans, as well as a Veteran myself, thank you for remembering the cost many paid. An excellent tribute.
Welcome to Author's Den, you're among friends.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.