Saturday, July 22, 2006


It will seem apologist, this dedication to soldiers.
Nonetheless, to those fulfilling contracts, boots on the ground, some earning a living by their only option, placed in harms way by the scheming and greedy, their bravery asked by the cowardly, drawn by love of one's country and trained to hate another's, minds dulled by duty to superiors and comrades, changed by propaganda and noise and heat and dust and disease and grief and shame and worry and danger and consuming fear, flesh and bone now so vulnerable, base instincts freed and rewarded, souls pounded down until good is smashed, until awareness is lost that the suffering and destruction and death surrounding them results from their own hands. Until the only true feeling they may have is a longing for home.
To all soldiers trapped in evil by evil, this:

Robert Cray, Twenty