I Smell It Coming

All the strangers are marching. A gathering is happening. Passing you the lift their arms.
All the strangers with their armbands, marching.
And in the distance. Not so far away. There is a glowing, ahead of this great flowing.
There are great embers flying past your head. Feel the heat from the grand crowd.
Close enough now to smell what is burning. The embers. The fire. Not Tea, but books.
Welcome to the bonfire.
Time to pass out the arm bands and learn to march.
The Tea Party has arrived to take over america.

the arm band band is pounding

To The Burning Ground: It once was my life

Medal Of Honor for Richard Etchberger:

The base was called Texas. The names given to outposts in Laos. Secured by sheer cliffs but only a few days away from north vietnam. An easy march for the North Vietnamese.

As I write this I have just moved to Texas, flat. That is part of the irony of military jargon.

There will be more of these sotries of places that we never were, but about a hundred of us know better. Maps? Anybody still have the false flight maps we used?

War Is Endless. Without Points. A very odd geometry.

We can’t decline heros to zero.

I wonder why we keep calling them radar bases?