A Poem
Not much new news to report. Clashes continue in Ramadi, but I understand that our guys in 2-17 alpha finally had a day of rest. I also happened to know that a small Christmas tree and fun decorations are on the way to Rory's room courtesy of one of his bunkmate's moms. It's nice to think of him being able to enjoy a tree during the holidays. I am glad that all of our guys know that they are loved--even if they are swimming in a sea of cardboard boxes. :)
Today's selection comes from my favorite poet and acquaintance, Rod McKuen.
LOOKING STRAIGHT AHEAD
I will not let a war or warriors
kill my thirst
or appetite for love.
Though I do not travel into battle
with roses in the barrel
of my gun
I still go forward into life
looking straight ahead.
War worries me.
Not because
the generals lie to us.
I worry
that as each day moves
beneath the cloud of autumn
we may be lying to ourselves
enough to kill what truth existed
when we started out.
I worry that
beneath our helmets
our heads are only capable
of hating,
that further down
in our anatomy
we've lost the open space
within each heart set aside
for love.
I will not let this war
or any others
kill my appetite for caring.
I'll try to keep some open spaces
beneath and underneath
my breastplate
for the next tomorrow.
Another in my helmet.
There will always be
room for new ideas
to rattle, bounce and jog along.
- from "Beyond the Boardwalk," 1974, 75, 76



