Monthly Archives: March 2018

I was reminded by Greenpete58 that this week is the 50th anniversary of the My Lai massacre. https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/41618154/posts/3657 Here is a re-post from my archive in 2015. W/O Hugh Thompson – 1968 This past week was the 47th anniversary of the … Continue reading →

We might have gone to England British Air in Business Class spent Summer time in Westminster placed flowers at the Cenotaph Windsor, Bath and Stonehenge Cotswolds, Stratford, see King Lear You wanted so to visit England I wanted so to … Continue reading →

O Lucius Paulus! What are we doing here amongst these tribes bearing Rome nothing but enmity driving us normally benevolent men to increasing harshness? Thick as flies these little people stubborn, with studied animosity beyond all reason and human patience … Continue reading →

Oh Crassus! Croesus of the Western Empire Plutocrat of the Republic Why seek ye glory in the East? Was the crucifixion of Spartacists along the Appian Way not enough to ensure your name forever carved in Memory’s stone? Crossing the Euphrates … Continue reading →

When your son was killed that Summer night you were filling up the car; you didn’t know ‘till you saw my face what I already knew. While you slept your husband died on a hill outside Dak To; you had … Continue reading →

A post by Chicago Guy 14 – you can find the original here: https://chicagoguy14.blog/2018/03/18/chris-kennedy-in-the-elevator/ He is a fine writer and author and his musings are well worth a visit.   You’re in an elevator in Chicago’s Merchandise Mart. The doors gliding … Continue reading →

Remember the best minds of our generation who got to run the government while needing to prove they were all-American not socialist revolutionaries so to prove it they grabbed the lambs off of tenement streets the son of the Allentown … Continue reading →

The world changed not one whit the day she left me all alone. The sun still rose the birds still sang the radio in the car still played. Boys still ogled girls still giggled lovers still walked hand in hand. … Continue reading →