...and what will you do? I know I was thinking I would work, give it little thought, it's just another day, who gives a shit? And I may do so yet. We all fight wars and battles on a daily basis....whether it's the tax man, the significant other, the random person in the street, the reluctant client, the unleashed dog chasing the bicycle rider. We have a choice of fight or flight. But, in those cases of epic warfare between nations, no such choices exist. It will be done....and done by the citizenry.
As this day approaches, I have long found my poppy pimp, over donated, bought three as I will lose two, and try to assuage myself that I might understand what it was all about. Of course, I have no idea, no concept, nor do I want one. For that reason alone, I am grateful to those who came before me. Thank you. I will bicycle down through the cemetery south of 107th ave and east of 121 street in Edmonton....there are row upon row of white unmarked crosses each bearing a simple message..."lest we forget". It will fuck me up but so it should. It's the least I can do.
I am speaking of things that were. I am not an advocate of war, I don't understand enough about how nations negotiate, I am sure it is all for a cause or a hidden agenda. I don't really care about all that. What I do care about is how it affects the common man or woman when it arrives. And, arrive it surely does.
I will close this with a song that just finished playing and prompted this post. It is "1917" as sung by Emmylou Harris and Linda Ronstadt. It is about a hooker/sp/whore whatever it was called in that day.....and her thoughts on how she provided comfort to a soldier passing through her life. The hooker/sp/whore's that I have had the pleasure of meeting....when I listen to that song....make me think, that could be them writing those words.
I am going out to get very drunk as, hey, I don't have to work tomorrow. Thank you for that...whoever you were.
eddie.
http://www.imeem.com/dearprudence/music/CoDbXv5a/linda-ronstadt-emmylou-harris-1917/
As this day approaches, I have long found my poppy pimp, over donated, bought three as I will lose two, and try to assuage myself that I might understand what it was all about. Of course, I have no idea, no concept, nor do I want one. For that reason alone, I am grateful to those who came before me. Thank you. I will bicycle down through the cemetery south of 107th ave and east of 121 street in Edmonton....there are row upon row of white unmarked crosses each bearing a simple message..."lest we forget". It will fuck me up but so it should. It's the least I can do.
I am speaking of things that were. I am not an advocate of war, I don't understand enough about how nations negotiate, I am sure it is all for a cause or a hidden agenda. I don't really care about all that. What I do care about is how it affects the common man or woman when it arrives. And, arrive it surely does.
I will close this with a song that just finished playing and prompted this post. It is "1917" as sung by Emmylou Harris and Linda Ronstadt. It is about a hooker/sp/whore whatever it was called in that day.....and her thoughts on how she provided comfort to a soldier passing through her life. The hooker/sp/whore's that I have had the pleasure of meeting....when I listen to that song....make me think, that could be them writing those words.
I am going out to get very drunk as, hey, I don't have to work tomorrow. Thank you for that...whoever you were.
eddie.
http://www.imeem.com/dearprudence/music/CoDbXv5a/linda-ronstadt-emmylou-harris-1917/
