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Product of today's second hour

So today Mrs. Lizardi gave us pictures from the Vietnam War and told us to write a 5 paragraph essay about it. I asked if I could write a short story, she said that would be fine. I could not find the picture, and the story isn't a thousand words, but it's good enough.

September 22, 1966
As I write this I'm lying in my foxhole. Charlie must have taken a dinner break because the hail of fire we've been under all day has recently stopped.
Leonard, Karl, Denzel, Thomas, and Allan are lying here with me. As usual it's been raining all day, we're soaked and caked with mud. Karl's smoking a cigarette and Thomas has his bible out. Denzel is singing softly to himself in a corner and Leonard has been silent all day. Allan, on the other hand, keeps letting moans of pain escape his mouth. He was shot not two hours ago and the only medical attention he's gotten has been the the bandage I slapped on him. Even in the dark I can still see the blood shining as it flows out of his stomach. It's the worse place to get shot, the bullet peirces your stomach and acid seeps into your guts causing agonizing pain as you bleed out.
I don't know where the rest of our unit is. Lieutenant Dan hasn't sent word or orders all day. We only have about a day's worth of water and half that much ammunition. If we don't get help soon, we're all going to be as dead as Allan.

September 23, 1966
Turns out we weren't forgotten after all. The LT showed up, and we were all relieved, that is, everyone except Al. It was late last night, no one could sleep, his moans kept us awake. Then, finally, there was one last sharp intake of breath and then there was silence. They told us in basic that this war would make men out of us. I've never cried so much in my life.
As we lay Al in the bag, we stood over him and Thomas said a prayer, then we zipped him up. There's a saying in the military, "Some give some, and some give all." Allan gave it all. And though the world will never know his name, the five of us will never forget it. Some give some, and some give all.

walking down the street hand in hand
moon shines bright as the sun
in no particular direction are we headed
we just keep moving on
cool night air embracing us
stars not as abundant as they usually are
a side long glance at you
a smile appears on my face
the memories of ten years
look back over my shoulder
see the good times and bad
who am i kidding?
with you it's always good
look back at you
eyes connect
squeeze of the hand
smirks exchanged
look forward again
ten more years to come


I like how i can use incomplete thoughts and write them down and call it poetry, no matter how crappy it is.

Around The Bend Again

"They say that love blinds you... no, it's the one you're in love with who blinds you." -Kaiyla Darmer

So, yeah, Kaiyla said that to me in an email, and I thought it was one of the coolest things I've heard. It's so true.

I'm not really sure what else to say here..... just thought I'd share with you.

Here We Go Again

Today was a good day.
My mom got home this evening.
It's good to have her back.

Fuck money. Too much value placed into pieces of paper.
The lack of that shit keeps me from doing 80 percent of what I want to do.

I'm tired. No, not lack of sleep tired. I don't like the rhythm of my life so much at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving life, but I want it to speed up. I want a change of pace and I want to get out of the pattern I've fallen into.

Lately, I've been trying to do all that, and it's kinda working, but school is such a big part of my life that what I do outside of it effects my overall day fairly little.

thoughts to think upon

why is it that, in movies and books and songs, after just one kiss, everyone is ready to jump into the sack with anyone?
Man rushes into the room, sees girl, kisses girl, takes girl's clothes off, so on and so forth.
Seriously? that is what is passing for romance now? That seems sad to me...

I will never fully understand the actions of another. Will you?

Freedom means something different to every person. What does it mean to you?

Maybe, just maybe, I'll make that right turn. Then maybe, I will know my freedom.

If I live for the next adventure, am I wasting the time between adventures?

Planned spontaneity is more than an oxymoron, it is an empty promise.

If I showed up to your house and told you to come with me right then, no questions asked, would you come?

Do I need someone to be there? No

Do I want them there? Yes

We are all built the same, anatomically speaking, and yet everyone ticks just a little differently.

"Never tell me the odds" -Han Solo

The Past Few Days

They've been pretty damn awesome.

You know, I would have thought that I would be less tired after the play was over, but I'm not.

Though I guess that's mostly due to the fact taht I didn't get home until 5 am this morning =]
Late night, good times, definitely has to happen again.

I'm enjoying the growing garden in my front yard, I guess my mom is going to plant all my flowers when she gets home. She likes gardens. =]

I've discovered a lot about my self lately, and I'm liking every bit of it.

I've met some amazing people, and had some really good times.

It's been hard to stop smiling lately, with so many good thoughts and experiences.

I'm living life again, and loving living.

Any new philosophy....? Not really, more or less same old same old.

hahaha, I feel like I may be disappointing some, because apparently my blog is quite deep =]
but hey, I'm only human, I make mistakes and I'm far from perfect, ask my past =p

So, yeah, only human, just slightly more kick-ass than average, also, not afraid of getting arrested.

I like britni's thing of ending with a quote so here goes one of my all time favorites:

"To the well trained mind, death is but the next great adventure"