driving or maybe sitting at a light last week i thought i suddenly knew as women once knew that their fishermen were gone exactly how it felt not to play at war but to be there in some first world war field walking forward with a scared guy to the right and a scared guy to the left and a scattering of mad folk opposite aiming to take our lives it was the artillery we wanted to killthose bastards chalking on the sharp shape of shells before they reached the breech
a present for the kaiser or gruss gott tommy i could smell the may scent of plants not sweet but vegetal wet as we pressed them damning all commanders and their shouts of fire David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html