He was called up from the reserves for a complex mission deep inside Lebanese territory, and he wrote two fascinating pieces about his experiences. The first is more of a factual piece, detailing what he and his unit did during the war. The second post, though, is what really got me thinking.
The post is long, but I'd definitely recommend it to anyone who is thoughtful about war and its consequences. A short excerpt of some haikus he wrote on a scrap of paper during the war:
Stars become dislodged
and race the hellfire missiles,
quitting every time
In the metal rain
summer's harvest is cut down
with the harvester
bullets you can't see.
Sagger missiles fly slower,
like red knuckle balls
Nasrallah's portrait
on a barely scratched billboard
grins above the ruins
The wall clock mocks me,
far louder then the shells' shriek
it counts aloud my breathes
He may be a spy.
his flock chews the camouflage
as the shepherd pleads
My baby nephew
in little baby Jordan's,
I smile in the bush
I can only recommend that you read the rest of the post. I wish I had things that profound that I thought about and wrote.
2 comments:
I wish that you NEVER had things like that to think about and write about.
Well, there is that. Perhaps I could aspire to the same profundity, but not the same danger? After all, my current life of intrepid graduate student leaves something to be desired in the drama department.
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