Terry Wilcox

SFC Terry Wilcox, US Army, Retired, served two years in Vietnam, first in 1966, with the 66th MP Company, 18th MP Brigade (med-evac’d,1967 to Kishine Barracks, The Army’s 106th General Hospital, Yokohama, Japan, for reconstructive surgery), and as if he wasn't hurt enough, returned to Vietnam a year later, 1968 to Bravo Troop, Third Squadron, Seventeenth Air Cavalry, attached to The Big Red One. After 21 years, completing his military career as a Sergeant First Class, he drove 18 wheelers for another 22 years. He is a father, Great-grandfather, a husband 57 years, a storyteller, and a man who believes that the stories set to music are the ones that carry us furthest.

Years after hanging up the uniform, Terry found himself back at a kitchen table — not in a war zone, but in the quiet of an ordinary morning (still rising at 0400 every morning)— with a pencil in his hand and a line running through his head: Without memories, there'd be no love. That single thought, simple as breath, would not let go. He wrote it down. Then another line followed, and another, until the poem had become something that felt less like writing and more like remembering. When the words demanded a melody, he gave them one. "The Circle" became his first poem, turned song, turned book.

Today, Terry lives in the American Southeast with his wife, not far from his son — a fellow retired Sergeant First Class, who served four deployments in Iraq, Afghanistan and Kuwait over two decades and who recently survived a liver transplant. The circles of their lives keep overlapping father and son, soldier and soldier, storyteller and story.

Terry writes fiction and verse, sings in a voice that would make an ostrich stuff its head into a hole in the ground, and carries the dust of long roads and the warmth of home.

Please enjoy the stories you find in these books. Most of them are complete fiction, some are written on belief's, never questioning the word of God, some of those who interpret God's Word. Some story's are solely "What-If's" and "Could this really happen?" Promising, the answer is in the mind of the reader. Pull up a chair, read a couple, and find out.