Somebody Else Died

Another box arrived. One of those things held in basements, until the owner, recipient is found.
Relatives, and friends only hold your old life for so long; maybe until they die. Today a part of my past came to zombie me. Items from my last pockets as I left that world; left the Army. This ticket for the laundry. I wonder what I left? Do you think they still have it, 44 years later?prince.jpg

moma, can you wipe that blood up off my face — rz.

Dear President:

How Times have changed in 40 years …. With War On Ourside.

I know you were only ten then, but isn’t it time to grow up. If you can’t understand the times, the tunes, the themes, then hangup your iPatch.
War gets you re-elected, but only if you’re a Republican.