
Asbestos.com has the most comprehensive info on asbestos exposure and mesothelioma. Among the many victims of mesothelioma, military veterans make up over 30% because of the use of asbestos in military products throughout the 1900's. For these reason's Asbestos.com offers extensive VA Claims help for a number of issues, including mesothelioma cancer.
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DELRAY BEACH, FL --
The Disabled Veterans' LIFE Memorial Foundation, Inc. has secured 90 percent of funding needed to break ground on the American Veterans Disabled for Life Memorial (AVDLM) in Washington DC, announced the Foundation's Co-founder and Chairperson Lois Pope. With the final phase of the fundraising campaign now kicking into gear, Pope added that $5.9 million must still be raised through corporate and individual donations before the Memorial can become a reality.
Unlike other war and veteran memorials, the AVDLM will be dedicated to both living and deceased disabled veterans, including army, navy, air force, marines and coast guard. The focal point of the Memorial design will be a star-shaped reflecting pool, its surface broken by a single eternal flame. A grove of trees will stand sentry beside the pool, symbolizing the persistence of hope. Michael Vergason Landscape Architects, Ltd., of Alexandria, Virginia, designed the Memorial following a national invitational design competition.
“When Congress approved the Memorial for Washington DC and President Clinton signed it into law, one of the stipulations was that 100 percent of the money needed to design, build and maintain the Memorial had to come from private donations,” said Pope. “And the Foundation, which was created to raise these funds, must have all the funds in place before construction can begin. We're almost there.”
The Memorial will command an impressive two-acre site between Washington Avenue SW (Canal Street), C Street SW and Second Street SW, in Washington DC. It will be within full view of the United States Capitol, adjacent to the National Mall, and across from Independence Avenue and the United States Botanic Garden.
“It is important to remember that of the 26 million American veterans living across the world today, three million are permanently disabled from injuries suffered in our nation's defense,” said actor, director and musician Gary Sinise, the Memorial's national spokesperson. ”It cannot be stressed enough how important it is to recognize the sacrifices that our country's disabled veterans have made on behalf of us all.”
The Foundation anticipates breaking ground on the Memorial in 2010. The Disabled Veterans' LIFE Memorial Foundation is a 501 (c)(3) non-profit and donations are deductible to the fullest extent of the law. To make a donation, or for more information, visit www.avdlm.org.
The Post 9/11 GI Bill and Military-Friendly Education -
The Post 9/11 GI Bill application process started at the beginning of this month. It provides increased funds for veterans looking to attend college, including tuition costs, a book and supply fund, and housing stipends. It also provides several subdivisions of financial support that were lacking in the old Montgomery GI Bill, including the Yellow Ribbon Program, which grants increased tuition support for participating private colleges.
In order to be eligible for the Post 9/11 GI Bill, the military personnel must have been in active service for a minimum of 90 days after September 10, 2001 and meet one of the following additional criteria: Be honorably discharged from the Armed Forces; or Be released from the Armed Forces with service characterized as honorable and placed on a retired list, temporarily disability retired list, or transferred to a Reserve; or Be discharged or released from the Armed Forces for EPTS (Existed Prior to Service), HDSP (Hardship), or CIWD (Condition Interfered with Duty); or Continue to be on active duty.
Military-friendly colleges like American Sentinel University are eager to participate in the new financial aid available to prospective veteran college students. With the Post 9/11 GI Bill granting college funds beginning the 2009 fall semester (August 1, 2009 is the earliest start-up date), they are two of many military-friendly universities that have been avidly participating in the new program.
Prospective military students that would like to learn more about the Post 9/11 GI Bill can visit the Veterans Benefits GI Bill Blog, which follows the latest in military education.
Photographer and extremely creative individual David Levinthal has just published a book called I.E.D. : War in Afghanistan and Iraq
Alongside these compelling images of actual "war toys," David has included some selected text. My writing is featured with four of the photographs.

Click here or here for more details about the book.
Also, click here or here to purchase a copy for yourself.
As always, thanks for your support!

My collection of essays is finally complete! Please use the links below to get your copy today ...
To all of you who have supported me in so many ways since I was deployed in Iraq, and to all of you loyal readers who continue to follow my adventures as a single Dad and freelance writer, THANK YOU.
Please stay tuned, because Wordsmith at War will have a new look and a totally re-energized approach soon ...
I'm in another anthology called "War Is... Soldiers, Survivors, and Storytellers Talk About War," and pages 118-135 are mine!
It's being published by Candlewick Press, and is available at local bookstores everywhere. Here are some links to by the book online ...
Text from the back cover:
"Is war noble? Or is it delusional? Should it be obsolete? Or is it inevitable? Respected commentators Marc Aranson and Patty Campbell have commissioned and edited nearly twenty pieces of nonfiction and fiction - essays, a milblog, stories, interviews - as varied and complex as war itself. From Christian Bauman's striking "Letter to a Young Enlistee" to Margo Lanagan's dystopian guerilla story "Heads," from Bob Dylan's classic "Masters of War" to Chris Hedges's startling What Every Person Should Know About War, this volume is a must-read for all young citizens living in a dangerous world."
It's been an absolute pleasure working with Marc Aranson, and I'm proud to be involved with this project. Please purchase your own copy and tell your friends!
Thank you all very much for your ongoing support, and please know that my own collection of essays about my Iraq experiences is forthcoming ...
For now, here are links to the other anthologies I'm in:
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So, I’m really good friends with an awesome lady in California named Maria Edwards. She is a true “soldier’s angel” and goes to great lengths to support men and women in uniform and overseas – especially those who don’t have strong family support of their own. As if that wasn’t enough, she’s also a dedicated mother, educator, marketing expert, and the President of American Author’s Association.
Maria is also the wife of award-winning novelist Jeff Edwards. Please visit his website (link below) for more about Jeff and his forthcoming second novel, “The Seventh Angel.” His first novel, “Torpedo,” was critically acclaimed and won eight awards, including the AAA’s coveted American Author’s Medal. His new book is sure to be even better.
Jeff has been in the media a lot, and this month is no exception. On Saturday August 30, 2008, from 10:00 AM to 4:00 PM, he’ll be the headlining author at the Fine Arts Festival of Elk Grove, Laguna Town Hall, Elk Grove, CA.
Click here for more information on this event and other appearances.
As an aspiring novelist myself, I read “Torpedo” with much interest. I think Jeff is an amazing writer. His fiction could be classified as high-tension Navy thriller, which makes sense since he’s a Naval Warfare Specialist. But at the end of a day, it’s just a really entertaining, brilliantly crafted story that any reader will enjoy.
Here’s what some other people had to say about Torpedo:
“Torpedo kicks ass! Smart and involving, with an action through-line that shoots ahead like its namesake — fast and lethal. I read it in one sitting.”— PAUL L. SANDBERG, Producer of ‘The Bourne Supremacy,’ and ‘The Bourne Ultimatum’
“Torpedo scares the pants off the reader. One scene scarcely ends before the author throws another that is even more riveting at the reader. Even more worrisome is the fact that everything in Jeff Edward’s book can actually happen. The author’s descriptions are vivid and believable, making the book a real page turner.”— Alton Pryor, author of ‘California's Hidden Gold’
“Awash with excitement, Torpedo by Jeff Edwards is the sort of debut novel that holds one attention from first word to last. The characters are rich and complex. The plot is not only full of surprises but also is delivered with an unerring eye for detail. The dialog crackles, and the prose is often lyrical.”— GAYLE LYNDS, Bestselling author of ‘The Last Spymaster’
Put simply, Jeff and his family are REALLY good people. If you’re a fan, and especially if you’ll be in California this month, please show your support and put the Fine Arts Festival of Elk Grove on your calendar!
On Independence Day 2006 I had been home from Iraq for only a couple of weeks. Things have changed a lot. This year, I spent the 4th being appreciative of so much, surrounded by family, and watching dueling fireworks displays.
As the holiday weekend comes to an end, life is filled with joy, gratitude, fulfilling work, 105 degree desert summer days (I actually like it when I can wear flip-flops instead of combat boots), and lots of swimming.
The kids have been home with me for the three day weekend, and they have officially worn me out! I'll be back to work in the morning. At home. At the computer. Seeking more jobs. Writing my heart out.
I'm happy to report that the writing jobs are rolling in and referals are already starting to happen. If I can keep this pace up, I'll be matching my old salary in no time!
My buddy David Stanford over at Doonesbury.com has re-posted one of my pieces on The Sandbox military blog.
Please click here to check that out.
Also, I was asked to respond to some questions about blogging for an article that ran in Stars and Stripes magazine.
Sitting there in the grass watching the fireworks, fully content and relaxed, I could't help but think of the men and women serving in the Middle East, and specifically in the Sunni Triangle, where I spent the majority of my time.
The kids fell asleep in the truck on the way home after the fireworks, and I was left to shine my own thoughts over this glistening city and the lights on the interstate. After I carried them in, one at a time, and put them in their beds, I spent some time on Google Earth.
I zoomed in on my old base, my old office, my old room. I smiled at my monitor because there I was looking at satellite imagery of the place, while I remembered exactly what it felt like to be there, in the darkness, looking up at the satellites. Back then, I'd go back into my room, climb into my bunk, and lie there thinking about my family.
I'm okay now. I came home. My kids are asleep mere feet from me as I write this. Safe and sound. What more could I ask?
"Every man's memory is his private literature." Aldous Huxley
Shameless plug: Please check out my freelancing website at Desert Sun Writing. Maybe I can help you or someone you know?
The title of my blog can be deceiving, because I've been home from Iraq for two years. I am no longer the 1st Lieutenant that friends called "wordsmith" and I am no longer at war. Actually, I'm now a Captain who has gone inactive.
My focus (in life and blogging) has changed completely. I'm not wearing the uniform any longer, but I am very proud that I did. I'm not training with the Army anymore, but lots of my good friends are.
Why, you might ask .. do you still have this blog?
Good question.
First of all, I love this blog and the access it gives me to such supportive, incredible people from all over the world. I don't want to let it go silent because I might lose some of those relationships, and a little part of myself.
Secondly, I enjoy blogging, but not enough to maintain two.
So I'm a vet now, moving on to new experiences and adventures... Why can't this blog be about everything else in my life?
I still identify with this blog and apparently people still want to read what I'm writing here, so I'm keeping it up ... in fact, I'm takin it to a whole ... nutha ... level!
If you keep visiting (and I hope you do) you'll find a whole spectrum of writing - essays, articles, poetry, opinion and fact, mindless rambling and focused prose on some of these topics:
So ... please bear with me as my blog evolves to be more aligned with the course my life is taking.
To my long-time readers who have been with me from the start: thank you, as always, for your continued support. And for new visitors ... welcome!
"IT'S EVOLUTION, BABY!" Eddie Vedder, lead singer of Pearl Jam
Two years ago today I stepped off of that airplane in Salt Lake City. No cliches about "time flying by" seem fitting at the moment. Life is too colorful, too much of a grand adventure to taint its description with an overused play on words.
I remember everything as if it were yesterday, and yet I've learned and grown so much in the last two years that it's like watching someone else in my mind - some other soldier, some other father, some other soul.
I still maintain this blog, even though I am inactive with the Army right now. I am still "Captain K" for at least a while longer, until I make some more decisions about my career. Right now I'm enjoying my days more than ever before, writing full-time, and working hard to build my company Desert Sun Writing and Editing.
Many of you know that my hometown is New Orleans, but I've been living in Salt Lake City, Utah (on and off) for the last 12 years. Well, after 1/3 of my life there, I have now moved my little family to an absolutely gorgeous town in southern Utah where I'll be closer to family. It's actually a desert climate not so different from the deserts of Iraq. Do I smell irony?
I still receive almost 30,000 hits a month here at Wordsmith at War, which is both humbling and exciting at the same time. Thank you all for your continued support.
BOOK UPDATE: I have wasted some valuable time dealing with an agent who simply wasn't the right one for me. Then I've become preoccupied with life and work (and moving!), so I put the book project on the proverbial back burner. Recently I've been thinking about it again, and even considered a print-on-demand service so that I can get the book out to my readers (and hopefully get some new ones) once and for all. Just as I started researching print-on-demand, I received a letter from a university press I queried a while back. So.. I'm playing the waiting game again with my non-fiction book about Iraq. Here's what I know for sure: I've decided to publish 44 of my most popular essays from the last three years in a collection. The book is complete and ready to go. I'm simply need to decide how exactly I'm going to publish. As always, I really appreciate you visiting my blog, and ask you to keep an eye out for my forthcoming collection. If you have any thoughts or questions about the book, please don't hesitate to leave a comment or e-mail me.
Finally, in the name of my anniversary and the inspirational, exciting changes in my life, I'm going to re-post something I wrote two years ago, when I was flying back and forth across the Atlantic on emergency leave because my mom was very sick and Hurricane Katrina had recently struck. I saw soldiers walking around my hometown with loaded weapons, but I had to go back to Iraq. Each time I flew back, I felt frustrated and wondered if I should be serving in New Orleans or the Sunni Triangle. I questioned my own path and sometimes grew cynical and philosophical about the way Americans were supporting their troops. We are still a country at war, and I still have soldiers in Iraq who I sent there personally as their company commander. And yet very few people that I meet in my little microcosm of America seem too concerned. This is a bit of generalization, but I don't know... is it just me?
A Letter to the Republic for Which We Stand
America, we remain your constant and faithful servants. Satellites that hover 23,000 miles above the planet in geospatial orbit feed down into our little dish and we get to see sports, current events, and news. We know what you’re up to. We might watch the news for 10 minutes after a long shift outside the wire, just enough to get the highlights, read it on the internet, have friends mail us copies of newspapers, or monitor CNN just as the insurgents do, for breaking news. Maybe you know one of us personally, or maybe we’re nothing more to you than nameless faceless soldiers on TV. Either way, we still know about the hurricanes down South, the newest movies and music, the earthquakes in Pakistan, and the latest football scores.You populate our dreams.
Your state of affairs is part of our thought processes, however hard it may be right now to recall exactly what it felt like to stand within those borders. The mind and eyes play tricks on you when you live in this environment, always on guard, ready to kill if needed.
Yes, we’re soldiers, but who wants to live this way? What man enjoys being threatened all the time? Show me that man and I’ll show you a fool. But ask me to show you a person who is willing to live like this so that Americans back home can live more safely, and we’ll show you a couple hundred thousand.
Drive your comfy cars to work, we want you to. It makes you the personification of our daydreams. As you’re giggling at the immature humor of local morning radio comedy, sipping a vanilla latte from Starbucks, oblivious of the gunshots and explosions in Iraq, and tailgating the car in front of you, we’re trying to stay alive out here. We are not complaining - we raised our hands and swore to serve. But we do envy the ease with which you can walk out of your door and take a casual stroll through streets that are not your own in that soft suburban streetlight safety.
We wouldn’t expect you to alter your lives for us – you’re not soldiers. Don’t travel 7,000 miles to fight a violent and intelligent enemy -we’ll take care of all that. You just continue to prosper in the middle class, trade up on your economy sized car, install that new subwoofer in the trunk, and yes, the red blouse looks wonderful on you – buy it.
Remain the same embodiment of our fading memories, the portal to our daydreams, the catalyst for hope when hope eludes us, a land of winding roads and fishing holes, pretty pictures in frames, campfire stories, fields of wheat, skyscrapers made of glass, a woodshop, a fireplace, a patriotic song. Be you a mantle full of family photos, a smiling face at a convenience store, a dog that follows us around the yard, someone we meet spontaneously and get along and laugh with, the feel of grass on our bare feet as we walk out to get the morning paper, a parade or a fair or a swap meet.
Be you a pool table in a dimly lit room, a candle in a window, a Christmas tree, a rainy day, a hug after a hard day, a bowl of chicken noodle soup when we have a cold, the feel of a steering wheel in our hands, gravity tugging at our calves as we walk up a mountain trail, the thrill of water running over rock, a stone thrown from a bridge, or skipping across a lake, someone to call on a cell phone just because, or our favorite band coming to play a show in our hometown at an outdoor amphitheater. Be you the faces of strangers at that concert, laughing, smiling, silhouetted in light and smoke amidst the energy of musical celebration, or be Chris Cornell’s CD, Euphoria Morning, which has some lyrical moments that put chills down my spine.
Be all of these things and more, as we know you can.
Just be what you will, Americans, with your goods and bads, your lights and darks, your jerks passing at 100 mph in the slow lane ( Believe it or not, I miss you jerks – I will relish the next opportunity I have to give you the finger), your wrong change and bad attitude because you don’t like your job at the drive thru, your high school boy with braces handing us that delicious movie theater popcorn (extra butter please), your mall food courts, your egg-drop soup, your soft shell taco for .49 cents on Tuesdays, your dryer sheets that make the pillow case smell so damn fine, your beautiful face the first thing we see in the morning, your crying children, and yes, your diapers that need changing.
Remain a perfect parody of yourself by having a mid-life crisis and listening to tribal meditative music on a state of the art CD player that you ordered from Sharper Image.com. Buy that Porsche and drive it to Yoga class, or be the guy in Wyoming whom I cursed because he won the Power ball and he was already a millionaire.
Be whatever you choose. Let fate and destiny and blind luck and synchronicity guide you.
But please remain constant as well, because we have changed.
Don’t move the continent. Don’t sell the house. Don’t lose the dog.
I got an e-mail from David Stanford recently. He's the duty officer over at Doonesbury.com, and also a great guy who is editor of The Sandbox anthology.
He asked if I wanted to be on a local call-in radio show here in Salt Lake City called K-Talk. The host is a really nice lady named Sethina. She had actually been reading the book at the library and found David's contact information in the introduction. She wanted to interview him on the show and wondered if he had any of the authors available. Well, as luck would have it I'm in Salt Lake City too.
I said yes. I was on the air with Sethina and David for the full hour. There were several callers, and she even asked me to read one of my pieces on air. I really appreciate being recognized for my service and being able to speak my piece. Among other things, I said that browsing military blogs is the best way to get your news from Iraq. I really believe that.
You can download the entire broadcast here, but it will only be available for 5 more days.
Sethina mentioned that she had read some of my essays from The Sandbox, and found me to be a very "nostalgic guy."
When it comes to the writing in the book, I think she's right. In Iraq I was always nostalgic, sending my thoughts back home to the life that was changing in so many surreal and overwhelming ways, and it came through in everything I wrote.
Dusty sentences. Mortared mornings. Superheated life. Pallette bridges. Plastic bathrooms.
Today it's all back. I'm thinking about veterans, which leads me to hi def memories of everything that happened to make me a veteran. I smile at the proud fact that I survived to return home and take care of my kids, and at the work we did over there.
I remember writing for the New York Times and blogging from Iraq. The reader support was inspiring.
Yes, the vastness and nostalgia are back upon me. I sense the weight of a long fight across the Atlantic. I feel the long miles between Salt Lake City and the Sunni Triangle. I remember the taste of Iraq's dust in my mouth, and that cranium-baking sun.
Memorial Day. Memory Day. Soldiers. Military. Veterans. Combat. The United States of America. Five years of war in the new millenium. Soldiers fighting right this very minute in the desert. Some soldier in my old room. Midnight here. Morning there. My old office.
Hundreds of thousands of us home now, re-building lour lives at every level of society.
Whatever happens, I'm proud of us.
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LONDON
Emergency leave
never ends well
when a mother
is lost
to breast cancer
I, an Army Lieutenant
flying back to
the Sunni Triangle-
a face in the window at
thirty thousand feet-
for the final
six months
of the tour
A layover in London.
The moist weather,
and a soft couch
in the dim hotel lobby
Queen's Gate Garden
Hyde Park
I, a lone American.
Emotions ornate
as the gates
I peer through
at Buckingham Palace
in the rain,
seeing nothing.
I had a rare break from the madness of single parenthood last weekend. I went snowboarding all day Saturday with my brother while his awesome wife watched all of our kids. Another cousin came with us too. They live a couple of hours south of Salt Lake City, so we drove down Friday afternoon through snow and rain. The kids had a big slumber party and the adults stayed up late talking and enjoying the company.
We hit the road early in the morning for another two hour drive to Brian Head, Utah. Driving through virtually any area of Utah is a lesson in geology, an inspirational and mysterious geography. This drive was no exception. And the Brian Head resort is gorgeous.
On some of the highest lifts, we were close to 11,000 feet above sea level, looking down at the world through clouds that hovered far below us. Riding slowly on the lift chairs up the side of the mountain was a scenic drift over a white world where fresh white powdery snow covered the ground, and each trip up the lift exposed more tracks. It was easy to tell which tracks were made by people on snowboards and which by skiers.
As I'm still a beginner, I fell pretty hard a couple of times, but my progress from the first run to the last was encouraging and more fun than almost anything. I've been snowboarding before, but never quite like this. The guys I went with were advanced, and helped me out tremendously. Now I believe I've been bitten by the bug.
I can't wait to get back on the mountain and surf the earth some more.
"The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show." -author unknown
I think by now that most Americans know all about Baghdad, Fallujah, and maybe even Sammara, Tal Afar, and Mosul. Lately Ramadi seems to be in the news more often, but I still get the impression that it's the best kept secret in the MSM. I'm not sure why this is, because statistically we get more IEDs, indirect fire attacks, and enemy activity in general than any other area in Iraq right now. Ramadi is the southwest point of the Sunni Triangle, and we get mortar and rocket attacks daily.Being here for the last eleven months, my perspective has of course changed a lot. And when I say “being here,” I mean it quite literally. If I get in a HMMV and drive for five minutes to the back gate of my FOB, then exit, I am pretty much in downtown Ramadi. From my room I can see the rooftops of one of the most dangerous suburbs in Iraq on my horizon. I could throw a stone from one edge of my base and it would land in the Euphrates.
Perhaps the media doesn’t know a lot about Ramadi because very few reporters come out here. Or maybe it’s because the Army doesn’t want people to think Ramadi is the next Fallujah - A place where we must conduct dangerous, aggressive, and large scale combat missions to bring the violence under control. Well, I can assure you it is not Fallujah. For one thing, it’s many times larger. There are half a million residents in Ramadi. But I will also say that the only effective way to bring the violence in this city “under control” is through large scale missions. There are just too many places for the enemy to hide. If you don’t patrol an area for one day, they emplace IEDs there. When you have a presence, though you think you are being covert, they do not place the IEDs. It’s as simple as that.
We have to flush the bomb makers and all those involved in the “murder and intimidation” operations out completely and then put permanent IA (Iraqi Army) presence throughout the city. As much as Ramadi has become a place for insurgents to stage, train, and conduct operations, there are nonetheless hundreds of thousands of residents who would love to see their city thrive once again. I firmly believe they want peace. I have read their stories, and I have felt their warm thanks.
In the past eleven months, I’ve watched the IA and Iraqi Police force in this area grow tremendously. There are multiple IA camps on my FOB, and they are conducting more and more missions. They have assumed a major presence in Ramadi over the last six months. They seem to be working very hard and doing a good job, but they are also paying the price. We constantly hear of IA wounded or dead being brought into our medical facility. Just the other day a number were wounded and others killed by a suicide vehicle, which is yet more proof that Americans are not the only targets of these “insurgents.” They will kill and maim anyone to make a statement, to hinder the spread of “free” societies.
I am leaving now. My time is done and I have literally watched the sun make its last hurdle over this ruthless Ramadi horizon. I will not miss this place, but I will always remember it. Ramadi was a proving ground for my unit and many others, a place where lives were lost, and courage was capitalized on daily. It’s a realm of dust, extreme violence, and concrete barriers where the sunsets are still serene, but they cast their light over the destroyed carcasses of military vehicles, barbed wire, parched earth, and dangerous men, both American soldiers and insurgents.
I’m not sure how I’ll view this place from my side of the Atlantic, but I do think we did an important job here. Some soldier must put on his body armor and secure this area, someone must leave his community and stand in a guard tower for 12 hours a day, having RPGs and mortars shot at him, and someone must drive around the streets of this city trying to convince the locals that we actually want to help them, not hurt them. America has chosen to fight here. America’s leadership has sent us. There is only one thing to do: complete your small piece of the mission.
And after eleven months, I’d say we’ve met that requirement. We completed every mission we were given, we were proactive, and now it’s time to go. I can only hope that the people of Ramadi, perhaps as they once did, can stand on the shores of their violent history and look forward into the light, at last, of their halcyon years.
And now another day has flown by me at the speed of light.
There are three major moments of each day, landmarks on which I can tag everything else.
1. Wake up
2. Get off of work
3. Realize it's time to put the kids to bed and call it a night.
The days are of course filled with interesting sights and thoughts, but they blur together sometimes like paintings lining a glass storefront as you pass them on a bus.
And riding across the continent on a Greyhound is something everyone should do. Just sit there and grab hold of layer upon layer of interest in the sights. The world stands still, an art gallery for you, in the speeding grey cylinder, to absorb as much of as you can before it passes you by.
The old woman walking her inevitable poodle - children immersed in the cliche of childhood - the street corners you will never know what it is like to stand on and wait for your ride. Right on that very spot, in that certain shadow, staring at the arrangement of cracks in the sidewalk there - that feeling will remain a mystery, a pixel of color in the panorama of your cross-continental excursion.
All these moving images make it difficult for the mind's eye to focus on just one, and so they become a breathing, moving metaphor, a caricature of memories you never earned - of lessons you may never learn - because you are moving too fast for the lives that you see - and some of them are a lot like your own. Slow time down - beat the clocks - we move this fast and time gets lost.
And now, as my three-part day comes to a close, the children are in bed and my fingers again stop typing with the self-consciousness of one who has said too much too fast.
“... we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” -Paul Bowles
I was contacted last year about having an actor "play" the part of me, by actually reciting some of my work on stage in a dramatic performance. I was excited about it back then, but to be honest I've been so preoccupied that I let it drop off of my radar.
Thanks to this post by fellow vet Brian Catherman, I learned that the performance, entitled "Aftermath of War: In Their Own Words" took place a couple of days ago in Berkeley, California.
I've also had the honor of being included in three anthologies to date, with another due out later this year as well (more info to follow).
If you haven't already, please follow the links below and pick up a copy:
Thank you, as always, for your continued support.
When I first received my orders for Operation Iraqi Freedom, I sat down and read them silently. They declared, among other things, that I was "ordered to active duty for a period not to exceed 544 days."
My deployment lasted exactly that many days, and they changed the course of my life. I'm still glad I went.
Today's my anniversary. I've been home for just as long as I was gone.
Life continues to amaze me with this inspiring milestone, and so much more.
May you find what you need to live the life you love this holiday season.
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