Because it's Saturday, and I'm sick...
This post has no real point except to whine about how sick I am...
Am I living in
Speaking of literature, I am reading another excellent Abe George selection called, War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning. I have to share the following passage. It made my blood go cold. (By the way, this is not an anti-war pitch, just a sample of some great writing).
The myth of war rarely endures for those who experience combat. War is messy, confusing, sullied by raw brutality and an elephantine fear that grabs us like a massive bouncer who comes up from behind. Soldiers in the moments before real battles weep, vomit, and write last letters home, although these are done more as a precaution than from belief. All are nearly paralyzed with fright. There is a morbid silence that grips a battlefield in the final moments before the shooting starts, one that sends the back of my own head pounding in pain, wipes away all appetite, makes my fingers tremble as I ready myself to go forward against logic. You do not think of home or family, for to do so is to be overcome by a wave of nostalgia and emotion that can impair your ability to survive. One thinks, so far as it is possible, of cleaning weapons, of reading for the business of killing. No one ever charges into battle for God and country.
No, the author is not a soldier. Chris Hedges is a war correspondent that has worked in Central and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY COUSIN, AMANDA (AKA, "MANDRIN") MOORE!!!

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