Paul David Mansfield. . .“This is not me. This is just what I’m doing right now. It will pass and I will go on.”Oct 2, 2016Oct 2, 2016
Paul David MansfieldThere’s a woman I see most mornings walking my daughter to school and home.The girls often wait for each other at the edge of the park we walk through. They’ll shout for the late arrival to hurry, run to each other…Oct 2, 2016Oct 2, 2016
Paul David MansfieldNot to long after the department of veterans affairs decided I was crazy I began to notice some…One morning while driving home from buying groceries I spotted a box turtle crossing the road.Oct 2, 2016Oct 2, 2016
Paul David MansfieldI have a friend, a good friend, a brother really; he’s a cop.I’m not going to mention any names; he knows who he is.Oct 2, 2016Oct 2, 2016
Paul David MansfieldAfter the patrol Marquez sat in the courtyard of the low, bomb cracked building the squad called…A rare cool breeze stirred dust from the tops of broken walls into golden wisps. It was lovely in the fading light.Oct 2, 2016Oct 2, 2016
Paul David MansfieldMy Grandmother once told me that Mansfields have never been anything but horse thieves and infantry.She was an odd woman. I had been in the army for about two years at that point. I’m not sure if it was meant as a dig. My grandfather had…Oct 2, 2016Oct 2, 2016