the accordion folding between the arcade and the accolade. between the game and the reward.

hunting crows for profit in germany. one bird, one mark. in that childrens world, a mark was a sausage or half a day at the movies, the saturday matinee.

saturday memories. crows seem such useless birds. loud and prone to quick fighting amonst themselves over the smallest cob of corn.

armed with a twenty-two bolt action rifle, I made my way out from the town, from our clustered military housing and our german caretakers, our nannies and gardeners. Military officers occuping germany lived a life of heavy privilege. And rank had no need for explanation. Not in defeated germany.

the military manner instills this one feature. one feature above all others is the military view. We don’t have to explain our action.

It begins by not questioning. Your duty is action not thought. “You can’t out-think a bullet.” As if you could out-run one. Dodge bullet. That’s a game for our warriors.

ready on the arcade line…
ready on the right
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