Collection of songs, poetry, stories and rhymes illustrated by different artists.

The Heroes of this book are the veterans and their families whose stories span 140+ years in protecting our country. Their stories are history, filled with the mundane events of service life, the fear of combat, the horror that front line infantrymen faced, the tension that air crews and pilots faced, the vastness of the Pacific that confronted sailors, the strain on the mind and bodies of Prisoners of War, and humor viewed through the eyes of the veterans. As you read their stories listen to the voices of these veterans and picture in your mind an aging color guard from a local veterans post; visualize them marching into the mist, to the sound of distant drums and the muted bugles call, along with the men and women who have gone before. There are no large marble memorials to these individual veterans; their monument is a free United States. I am left with one thought about the experience of speaking with these people; God bless the United States of America and all who serve her.

This book of selected poems by the Rhodesian/South African poet ,Alf Hutchison, powerfully illustrated by his youngest daughter Fiona, reflects upon love passion hatred remorse jubilation xenophobiafriendship and mans inhumanity to man. It is a collection of mainly reflective poetry which will at times reduce the reader to tears bring joy to the heart and soul of lovers and friendsbring a sense of patriotism to the lost tribes of Rhodesia and South Africa in the Diasporabut most of all I hope and pray that it makes you think

Although it's impossible for the human body to see God and live, there's a way that God can be visualized through the spirit; by what is known as spiritual vision. This procedure can only take place when the spirit over-comes the natural body, and from that point, the spirit has complete control of the glorified body that becomes existent through the workings of the spirit. Within this book I Hear the Sound of Distant Drums, you will read about how my soul left my natural body and then entered into a glorified body. Once my body of glorification became a body that was all spirit, I was then capable of entering into the "Throne Room" of God, but it was only allowable by the (very) bidding of God. As I stood before God, and as {He} sat upon {His} Throne, God had given unto me a revelation that fulfills the last days movement, as it pertains unto the last days harvest of souls. God held conversation with me many times, but these conversations wasn't with natural words as you and I would know and understand them to be, but through the spirit these words were placed within my heart, my soul, and my mind. Distant drums continuously played, and with their playing, they were bidding me to seek out their location, and though the path was straight and narrow, I discovered these drums, and along with my discovery, I discovered that they were playing at the Eastern Gate of the Kingdom of God! Yes! I soared throughout the Heavens, and I'm now bidding you to let the spirit take you where no man has ever "humanly" gone!