Sunday, May 27, 2007

The Smoke

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from the south Georgia Wildfires, which I guess are reaching into Florida and so contributing their own to the mix, is reaching all the way to Athens this morning. Drifting thru the air like the smoke from cannon and musket drifted over Chicamauga, or incendiary British bombs at Dresden, or the smoke from rockets, grenades and automatic weapons during Tet. At least it smells better than the smoke from cut off barrels of JP-4 and shit and piss the gooks burned behind the outhouses.

Every war must have it's unique burning smells that remain in the reptilian portion in the brains of it's participants. Only waiting for some input to bring it slithering back into conscious thought.

It, somehow, seems appropriate during this Memorial weekend to be so reminded. To be reminded of where we've been and how we returned, and of those who didn't.

And I have to wonder how the world might have changed if there had been no need to go. And even today they still go. Some of our best and brightest. What contributions might they be making today. Perhaps their spirits are helping those who return to dig more deeply into themselves and contribute just that little extra, so that their memories keep speaking for the dead.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

An interesting way to say that we remember.

Jean said...

My heartfelt thanks to you, Larry, on this Memorial Day.