Sunday, October 4, 2015
After, The God
(with thanks to W.B. Yeats)
Enter a young girl, neck
arched against the black loam.
History moves in quick strokes
through her; light bends in pools
in reeds. Carefully, the plumed air
harvests its fear, its absent voices.
Deneb in the Cross falls down
upon the beating wings. Rapid
light leaps at animal stroke and shudder.
A village sleeps, Only orphan dogs
hear the scaled note, high then descending
into false water. Tear of cotton, thin
scent of fennel, lemon in the bruised swale.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
My nephew, second from the left in the photo:
My nephew writes about it today:
Today marks 22 years since 18 U.S. Soldiers were killed and 73 wounded during #operationgothicserpent in #mogadishu Somalia on October 3rd, 1993. Every year, i run the #mogadishumile5k with my #ranger buddies to honor our airborne rangers in the sky and pay respects to how the men of B co 3rd Ranger Battalion had to run from the scene of the grizzly battle back to the safety of their base without the benefit of cover and with only the ammo left over after the sustained fighting. #rangersleadtheway #RLTW #remember#TSAF #thisshitaintfree