For my Dad, 5th Marines, Spearhead Division, Iwo Jima,
who lived through events that I cannot even fathom.
My dad said
just before landing
they handed out shots of
pure grain alcohol 180 proof
courage at 9 knots moving in
Higgins boats toward the island
when the bow ramp dropped the Marines in front
went face-down quickly into the ocean while the others
ran by to stake positions on the red volcanic sand surrounding the prize
Mount Suribachi
© Chagall 2016
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EYE never know what’s going on in War. I am protected.
Likewise. Can’t imagine what would motivate one to go to war except to confront another who is motivated to go to war.
And Why Have That Motivation? I have never understood it — or maybe only in the sense that “War” seems like some kind of biologically “Male” thing — and I hate to have to attribute to Males. I love Men. I love Humanity.
It’s always seemed to me that if I can wake up, enjoy people, grow and drink and eat and play and read and write something during the course of the day, then I aspire to not much else. I am absolutely baffled by those who would reach out to destroy rather than reach in – to either themselves or a tight-knit community about them – and create, build, and nourish something.
Moi Aussi — did I spell that right?
Oui, trés bien!
Good Morning Dear Chagall11 (typo I’ll keep) — EYE have a wonderful idea for My Chandelier Lampshades — I completed one yesterday –My First — and that one can be for Me. Four remain, and while I confessed I have hardly have any friends, that’s not entirely true. I have FOUR friends — Linda, Jackie, Darlene, and Mary Ellen. Mary Ellen doesn’t like Linda — and Jackie thinks Darlene is schizophrenic. But EYE am going to make each one of Them a personalized thematic lampshade for My Five-pointed Chandelier, and have Them all over to dinner one night in the deepest of winter — preferably when Hunter is off somewhere visiting His Family Who is starving for Him.
Mary Ellen doesn’t like Jackie, either.
It has the potential to be a very interesting dinner, or icily polite. Which would you prefer? Interesting that you are at the nexus of a number of folks who do not like each other but who apparently like you. 🙂
Ha! Will you tell them of the shades or will they hang there overhead with them unaware that they are there in their honor?