“Some people say this song I wrote…”
“was very naïve.”
Or this:
I just put this video up to prove that I am as well, very naïve (and truth be told, I was inspired by a comment from David Scott Moyer)
Tag Archives: War
“What did you do in The War, Daddy?”
It’s Fittin’
Or it isn’t.
‘Fittin’’
In my mind, I think I have written some incredibly good shit for this here blog, (approaching my one-year anniversary) but then again, who can account for taste?
Certainly not me.
Anyway…
I had some interesting emails of late:
Mostly of the “Jeeze! Yer not dead… I hope.” Strain. (vernacular??)
“No Virginia, I am not dead.”(And No: There ain’t no Santa)
Yet.
Nope. Not yet. (dead: not Santa—try to stay with me here Friends…)
‘So sorry…’
“Maybe next time.” Or as some of my ‘friends’ might say: “Next Year in Jerusalem.”
(But then, that is some other kind of different post, ain’t it?)
I am tired, so I will end this now.
Just wanted to post ‘something’ so that y’all would realize… I am still alive in here.
Peace,
Lance
P.S. Now, that right there is what some might call a virulent (?), brilliant stream of ‘conscientiousness’. Some might, in fact.
Personally, I call ‘bullshit.’ But that is just me.
Cheers Y’all,
Lance
And PPS:
I am gonna volunteer to go to Liberia.
Just to help.
If y’all think I’m jokin’, well then; you don’t know me very well, do you?
Hell! All who know me, know I will risk anything for money! Because ‘money’ is all I care about.”
(And if y’all believe that, well then I am not… aiming… at ‘My Audience’)
And I do have a bridge to sell. (cheap!)
–Lance
Just for fun:
“A Deputy Sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude…”
Hamas, Gaza, IDF, Israel, Intifada, and U.S. (us) And why we should care (?)
Some of you may know of my history in the Mideast. Most of you may not. Some of you may know I get emotional about issues.
Some of you may not.
Some of you may give a shit.
Some of you may not.
No matter: I don’t have a dog in this fight: The current Fight between Hamas and the IDF (Israel)… Actually, I did, once upon a time, have a dog. He died. But that was many moons ago.
And we did/didn’t call in the dogs back then: the ‘Fight Between the PLO and Israel’… “Let ’em duke it out!”
–Ronald Reagan, “et them all, et tu, Brutus?”
And about who could wrap some arms about Yasser Arafat? No one. Not even Ronnie. Then he (Arafat) became ‘Rocky Balboa’ to some of rest of the world. Yes! Fast forward… but who among the thinking of us and the remembering of us, can ever forget
Munich in ’72?
And I was on the ‘good’ side.
I was for the ‘Home’ Team: Israel! Nineteen Sixty Seven! The shining moment of the IDF! Just like the Lord: ‘Fought for Six Days and Rested on the Seventh.”
“Didn’t them Jews kick the ever-lovin’ shit outta them A-Rabs?! Fought for Six Days…”
Biblical! (Yay God! and Madison Ave…)
Then I learned to read (and listen)
Point is:
I, as most of us (I hope) want the killing to STOP. It hit ‘Home’ today when I went to buy a beer. There were Palestinians in the road… In Memphis America! They were not happy. Unhappy Palestinians. Goddamn Right! They were unhappy! In Memphis!
I do not blame them. I am not happy either, but that said, Israel has some right to defend… don’t they? If you would like to argue, I welcome that, as I, more than some of you out there, have lived on both sides of that pond. And on both sides of that issue.
I have driven through Gaza. Too many times. I have seen the refugee camps. The poverty.
And I had intimate sex (is there any other kind?) with an Israeli Sabra, of Yemenite ‘distraction’ (i.e., she was Arab: Arab Jew) More than twice… Yet that sex did not prejudice me… (Well, maybe it did… just a little)
Putting sex aside, I know some politic, especially when it comes to Israel and Islam.
I have been on both sides.
Call me out, yet consider that I am foremost and always just a simple Texan.
So, be nice (or not)
Peace
Memorial day is coming. We need to remember the Soldiers and our family.
Please take a few moments and read this.
We need to stop and remember the people missed. Memorial day need to be a day of remembrance and thankfulness.
Shadows of war
A Story by Coyote Poetry
War can catch even the cold in heart.
Shadows
I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear of death. I have seen dead enemy soldiers and the poor innocent civilians in the way of hate and war. I wasn’t effected by war. I was raised in Detroit. I saw my first dead body at four years old. I watched my uncle died. I was raised with the Vietnam war and body counts were part of my life. My father served in the Korean war and I volunteered for Vietnam at 17 year old. I learn…
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Emails From Afghanistan: Stop The War!
Excerpts from a couple of emails I sent from Camp Dwyer in 2012:
The boys are still moving cots and I think we just had a heat casualty. At least that’s what I heard on the hand-held radio. At first I thought it was here in LSA 2. (LSA—‘Life Support Area’—euphemism for ‘Small Tent City’)
LSA 2
I went to the tent where Kushal was supervising but the casualty wasn’t there; apparently he was in LSA 6. The radios aren’t good enough to transmit from here to LSA 6 so details are sketchy. We don’t need any safety issues. Management gets all stupid over the slightest incident. Personally, I would just put the dude in the shade, give him a cold beer (NA of course) and continue on with the mission. But in Corporate America these days, a “Safety Stand Down” is required. All work stops while they “train” us once again to “drink plenty of water.” One would think that since humans have been drinking water for some years now, it would not be necessary to conduct this training, but hey! Guess that’s why I’m not in Upper Management. “Keep on spendin’ Boys! It’s only money!”
Speaking of management and such, I suppose I should get my butt back to work…
–Lance, just another worker-bee schmuck.
My Office
***Breaking News***
The “heat casualty” turned out to be a bug bite on the neck. Yes, you read that right: a fucking bug bite! Kushal told me this just now and my reaction?
“Are you shitting me?!”
Pandemonium on the radio. People freakin’ out.
Stop the work! Stop the War! A bug bite?
I need to find another job.
And they call me crazy for walking around wearing ankle weights.
Unbelievable!
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We have a crisis of sorts here in my LSA at this very moment: All work has stopped. It seems someone spotted a spider in the passenger van used by the Labor Guys. Eye witnesses reported the spider to be about the size of a cantaloupe. I heard this on the hand-held radio and burst out laughing. I grabbed a fly-swatter and headed over to the van. I forced my way through the crowd of Indians and Filipinos who were all staring into the windows of the vehicle and trembling visibly. I immediately started moving shit around inside the van, looking for this monster, and laughing at all of them for their antics and panic. Not finding the spider, I stood up and announced to the assembled crowd:
“STOP THE WAR! WE HAVE A SPIDER IN THIS VAN! SHUT DOWN THE OPERATION! PACK YOUR SHIT BOYS! WE’RE GOIN’ HOME!”
No one really appreciates my sense of humor over here.
