From Headquarters, Germany January 1, 1919


From Headquarters, Germany, December 25, 1918

The Armistice November 11, 1918

“SHOUT: Sharing Our Truth: An Anthology of Writings by LGBT Veterans and Family Members of the U.S. Military Services”

MAMF Special Projects Writer Caroline LeBlanc is seeking stories for:

SHOUT: Sharing Our Truth: An Anthology of Writings by LGBT Veterans and Family Members of the U.S. Military Services”

This anthology seeks first-hand experiences—good, bad, and in between—as an LGBT veteran or family member, during and/or after military service. Our goal is to create a book that will allow you to tell parts of your story that will also be helpful for others to read—others who live or want to understand the LGBT veteran experience. The last chapter of the book will list resources available to LGBT veterans.

Do not submit any materials previously published in print or online. Identifying information should be included in the body of the email only.

What Genres to Submit:

Fiction: up to 1200 words.

Non-Fiction (memoir, essays, and other non-fiction): up to 1200 words

Poetry: up to 40 lines.

Reviews: up to 1200 words about a movie, book, music, etc. that you think are important for others to know about.

Resources: submit information on resources you have found particularly helpful. (Name, webpage, telephone number, and services)

 You may submit up to 2 pieces in each genre. Each piece must be attached in a separate file. All pieces in a given category must be submitted in the same email. Pieces in separate categories must be submitted in separate emails.

Submissions are accepted between March 20 and June 20, 2016. For more information or for guidelines on how to submit, please visit:

our projects website




William Childs Westmoreland, General (Ret), South Carolina January 5, 1992

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Circe Woessner, Military Wife, October 15, 2001 Kirtland AFB, NM

Hi All—

We are indeed living in strange times—things we took for granted just last month aren’t so certain this month. Saturday morning is such an example: we were just finishing breakfast when the power in our house went off. Immediately we heard helicopters circling our neighborhood and police sirens wailing. This went on for about twenty minutes. Last month, this wouldn’t have caused us alarm, but this time we did wonder a little…It turns out a hot air balloonist had hit the base power lines—he and two passengers were critically injured—I have no update on their present condition. But what is remarkable is the thought process that accompanied the simple act of a power failure…some more thoughts along those lines.

Last week, we received a letter with a return address we didn’t recognize. The handwriting was shaky and strange. It was addressed to Bill, and as he opened it, he held it far away from his face. When we opened the letter, out fell a felt and string item, which had a sticker on it saying, “He who wears this will not feel the fires of Hell”. We wondered about this strange item, especially in light of the anthrax scares in the nation.   We read the accompanying letter, which was written by a “concerned grandmother” who had made Bill a scapular to protect him from harm during his “service for the nation”.

Strange times, these, when complete strangers make charms to protect soldiers, and soldiers are cautious opening letters addressed to them.

At my job I have had to relieve the regular soldiers and MPs pulling guard duty at the HQ Building. Thursdays I pull a shift now, inspecting bags and packages and checking IDS as people enter the building. In fact, Iain (son) was unable to enter HQ with me even though I was with him and had 3 IDs [of my own].

We took President Bush’s pleas to spend money seriously and purchased a new SLR camera for me and a 9 mm for Bill. We also plopped down earnest money on a house and so we shall see where that leads us. The pictures included are just some views of the place. We’ll know tomorrow ‘cause we have countered the seller’s offer.

We attended the BYU/UNM football game this Saturday. I was confused about who to root for—I have credits from BYU, so my loyalties were torn. It was a fun game and we got sunburned. After the game we had fondue and a nice bottle of Aussie Chardonnay. We also had a slide show on my new (used) projector I bought for $6.00 at the base thrift shop.

Iain won a tee shirt and a bunch of candy and prizes in a summer reading contest at the base library. He also got 4 free tickets to the rattlesnake museum, so guess what we’ll be doing next weekend or so!

Well…gotta run!

Welcome to “Letters Home”

In the “olden days” mail call was, quite possibly, the most important part of a soldier’s day. Today, in spite of e-mail, Skype, Twitter, Facebook and cell phones, mail call still remains the most important part of a soldier’s day.  Holding a letter offers precious moments to the recipient whether it’s the military member or spouse or sweetheart or best friend. Letters form real and lasting connection, which can be savored or reread over and over. Some of the best records we have of military life come from letters exchanged by troops with their parents, their children and other family members and loved ones.

“Letters Home” shares some of these letters. Some come from historical archives, descendents of long ago soldiers as well as from people still engaged in our nation’s military activities.

This is an invitation for you to join these contributors to our nation’s history.

Digitalized submissions can be emailed to: