Dust and books
The library is a glorious place to visit, to wander in, to delve into the stored tomes. Some people are drawn to the new books, colorful, well bound, and fresh, others to trusty, well-thumbed books, catalogue carefully and meticusouly, then there are the rare few, those who brave the dim corners of the library's basement to find that nugget of gold. No fresh, fancy covers, no well-thumbed pages, just dust of ages that reveal that few even know of it's existence...and inside...inside is a treasure trove of information waiting to be revealed.
That is what you will find here, that old dusty book you've always knew existed, but till now, didn't know you wanted.
All the pain, and little of the glory
Manchurian
winds uknown to most mortals
never - forgiving
hurrican ferocity
(chill factor unknown)
- 40 F.
Somewhere South
of
Yalu River
North Korea
9 December 1950 ... dawn
I asked the rigid Marine
(age also uknown)
teenager or grandfather
the
Question
idiotic or sacrilegious
under normal circumstances
quite normal there
IF
I were God
what would you want
for Christmas?
His answer took almost forever
"Give me Tomorrow"
David Douglas Duncan
War isn't glorious, nor is it fun, it's painful, something to remember next time we get an itch to go to war.