This moment
This moment the sound of your voice
Lighting the air around me
with beautiful notes
This first time I stopped to listen and see
And take it all in
Love notes
They’ve been here all along
This moment
This moment the sound of your voice
Lighting the air around me
with beautiful notes
This first time I stopped to listen and see
And take it all in
Love notes
They’ve been here all along
Listen that breeze, how it calls you, how it cries out
In watery screams
But it is not human they tell us, we must then
Esteem tree and bird more highly than innocents
Reach out your fingers
Anguish in water while the sharks feast convenience
Let the blood cry out from the ground will no one hear?
Stand for me because I can not stand for myself
Abandoned scraps out like so much refuse or sold
Reap a profit for the harvest line your pockets
Excusing and deaf
This is not the end from the bones crawl survival
Hateful are the eyes
Eyes of devils peer through their sockets the maelstrom
Not my holocaust
Escaped and rescued and healed marching to the fray
We march with you by your side and for those slaughtered
Now is the time 44 steps keep up the pace
And hold the line and cry “over my dead body”
Zever stop ever
I will never stop
Praying for the innocents resting in the hope
And watching for the Judge to step forth and begin
Reaping the harvest of vengeance and pressing out
Those grapes of His wrath and avenge the innocents
Yes, He will Avenge
I can’t even begin to describe the loss of words, the anguish, the rage. The slaughter of the innocents has taken a turn for the worse. Likely it has been happening for years, but the promotion of slaughtering the innocents to children is beyond any words I can describe
We stand before a hall of witnesses of all those who gone before have hazarded their lives, some to return only part of who left, some to return covered by our nation’s flag.
Watching to see what we will do with the gift of liberty bought with their sweat, their tears, their blood.
Watching to see what manner of men will stand in the gap, carry the torch, and prevent those who would take from us what was so sorely purchased
These farmers
These pioneers
These migrants
These freed from bondage
These merchants and artisans
These warriors and soldiers
Who will stand?
Who will step forward?
Who will leave mother father sister brother in tears
Who will leave wife son daughter
Embracing as if for the last time
As for some it is
We must above all else honor these and offer our hand of gratitude and ensure the next generation knows the value of that for which these have paid and the terrible price
Feathers lighting falling ever striking never terra
Find them pluck them dip them stroke them seal the fates of all men
In the air this time of year we sweep the feet o’er the chair
There are lots and lots of ways people use notebooks. In many cases, they dedicate a single notebook for a single purpose. i like to put everything in my notebooks. I have a few exceptions as specialized “collections” because their purpose uses so much space in a notebook. On the other hand, I have some minimized collections that would otherwise waste space that left a lot of unused space, etc. Here are the main uses of my (Handy Dandy) Notebooks
Ok, the part you’ve waited for. For me, the challenge is to not leave anything out. I will try to cover everything, but I can’t guarantee it will be exhaustive. Here we go…
That aire is once again as so many times before
Words that cast forth and etch
So much fluffery, and so much persona
It really is untitled, raw, untempered
That burning that drives and derives destines all to something
For me it is words, and those on parchment and bits
What once haunted me, I can wield… It has no power over me
Here's a sharable link to my notes. Work is in progress to migrate them from Evernote with an upgrade:
I know I've mentioned alot about AIT already and might repeat a few things, but I guess when you reach my age, that's to be expected. We still had to stand in the chow line at Parade Rest, but we had more time to eat. I don't know if every meal was enough time to take as much time as we wanted, but it was much more leisure eating than Basic. In general, the base is very linear with two main avenues forming like the legs of a triangle. The one leg was the shopping/recreational area like PX, Commissary, Fast Food, Bowling, Clothing Sales, etc. The other leg included Barton Field which was in my mind the main feature. Along one side of the field, the 'back' side were most of the units. Ours was on the far end close to the wood line. The other side of Barton field was the Base Command HQ and all the signal corps for that matter and alot of the trianing 'Halls'. Signal Tower is the icon of Ft. Gordon. I think SGM Mercado (one of my heroes in the Army) was a prominent figure there. The units ao's are rectangular 3 or 4 stories with halls that are along the length of the building. The halls have similar rooms on either side of the hall. I think my room was on the second floor. I had a wall locker and a bottom bunk and shared the room with 5 or 7 other trainees. One feature that stands out it an overhang below the window. Outside that always seemed like a patio.
More stuff I remember about Basic Training
We marched wherever we went. Chow, the Shopette, almost all our training sites. Several times, it was and even with rucksacks, ouch, my feet, etc. I remember the gas chamber. My mask wasn't working that well to begin with, but when we took them off, Oh it was Awful. I remember struggling on the PT runs. It was dark so early in the morning. I was just trying to keep in formation and follow the recruit in front of me. I remember working hard to do well on the PT Tests, First Aid training, Heavy Weapons training. I remember when we did M16 weapons qualifications. Our training was to put the nose on the charging handle. The air was strong with the smell of gun powder and occasionally, the ejected brass burning hot until it was time to police up the range. During qualification, the recoil busted my nose to start bleeding. I think the Drill Sergeant was proud that I kept going. Later, I found out that firing in hot weather was hard because of the sweat burning and blurring my eyes when I was trying to aim.
Things I remember about Basic Training
The building for our barracks had four or five branches or wings. There were two or more floors and the ground floor was a covered bay like a parking garage kind of area. The arms room was under there too. The chow hall was part of the building, maybe but definitely very nearby around the corner, etc. We were on the 2nd floor. I think 2nd Platoon of E co. The Black Lions. It was an open bay with bunks and wall lockers making small cubicles for two bunks. Drill Sergeants had an office toward the front. Latrines were toward the back. Everything in our wall locker, which also had a side table, had to all look the same, squared away, dress right dress, in its own spot, etc. Hats/headgear at the top also squared away. Shoes and boots placed under the bunks, dress right dress. Hanging uniforms/everything had to be evenly spaced in the lockers. Meals were rushed. In line at Parade Rest then a few minutes to eat what we could. No talking allowed and there was no time for that anyway.
Things I remember about Basic Training and AIT. Well, there's a lot I can still remember but these may not be in order. I remember the first day went until about 1 or 2 am. We had lots of waiting, lots of paperwork, lots of vaccines. We got out uniforms on the last day before we went to our actual training unit. I remember these rows of benches where we got lots of briefings. My very first sleep in the Army was about one or two in the morning from a very busy day. I was on the top bunk in a room filled with bunks filled with sleeping recruits. I was very tired which I think was the intent. We were up very early the next day to continue to inprocess to the Army. I remember having our newly issued Duffle Bag with all our uniforms and boots. I remember wearing the uniform for the first time so proud and how the boots were hard on the feet. We had to mark the back of one pair at the top with white paint marker so we could alternate days of wearing each pair. The tread on the boots resembled the tread on WW2 Jeep tires. The Drill SGT boarded the bus and gave us the first exposure to Military intimidation. I think his words were something like, "This is the last time you are going to make me wait on you!" From that moment, we had to run to get where we were going, etc. I'll try to write more later.
GI Joe was a big thing with us kids in the neighborhood. Playing Army and any number of other things got my interest. At first, I wanted to be an Air Force pilot. In time I discovered that meant the Air Force Academy. At some point I decided it wasn't going to work for me. Then I decided Navy Aviation was the way to go. In short, college was not a good option for me. Mostly because I was ready to be done with school. "...need a break..."
I decided the best option would be submarines, so I finally had a solid plan. Find a Navy recruiter after I graduate high school, and I would be on my way. A short time later I got a call from the Army Recruiter. Shortly after, I was on contract for the Army.
Just before graduation by about 6 weeks, I was in an accident and was temporarily disqualified from enlisting. So my ship out date was gone. In June, I was able to go with the church youth group to Indiana for a mission trip. My experience there started me thinking of working in full time missions. Somewhere in the process of working through my journey, I advised my recruiter of my thoughts. I don't remember exactly what he told me, but he did convince me to keep my commitment to the Army. I guess by then I had a new contract for November. My final trip to MEPS has only one memory for me. The TV was playing a requests only Music Video channel that only had one request the whole day, "Just a Friend"... There were a number of friends and family who came to see me off at the Airport. As I walked down the ramp to board the plane, I could only think of one thing, "I am making a really Big Mistake"
I remember growing up not able to sleep without an electric fan, but that problem was sol1ved on my first night of Basic Training
Just so you know, I am publishing alot that I have written over several years. I don't have lots of new material (yet). Just bear in mind that this material is from a long period of time, etc.
Last week as I continued to get back into sending letters, it was time for a note to my granddaughter. Thinking on the idea this morning, the novelty of snail mail became apparent to me. Other than cards at Christmas and packages we order online, we can usually only anticipate getting bills and junk mail delivered by postal workers. Email was once a breakthrough technology (about thirty years ago). For the past twenty years or more, several waves of social media platforms have become popular and later replaced by the latest phenomenon. I can’t help but imagine how refreshing it must be to go to the mailbox to find a letter handwritten by someone I know. Maybe it’s not the same effect as seeing snow day pics on instagram, but what was once considered obsolete and untimely could find fresh appeal if we would give it a little jump start.
My motivation for getting into letter writing had more to do with wanting to expand on my writing venues; however, a very nice residual effect has been receiving responses from friends and family in the mail.
If you’ve never had the experience of writing or receiving letters by mail. I hope you will give it a try. I can assure you that when your friends see a letter arrive from you, it will put a little smile on their faces.