You text me from out the blue, and at first
I don’t know who you are
Say a couple stock phrases
Hoping your answers will illume your identity
We note after some generic comments, about the weather
The same shit
The different day
Its been three years
Its been four years, you correct me
Ah yes, so long
Back when we learned to drive truck
For Uncle Sam
Months before being sent to war
You wished we had crossed paths in Iraq
I’m secretly glad we didn’t
I couldn’t handle the fact you weren’t
Going to be mine
But it’s four years later
And you’re single these days
I remember my joy
Our spontaneous kiss
While the Steelers won the Super Bowl
Yes, it’s all coming back
And I wonder, as I often do about myself in moments past
If I could have waited as patiently all this time had I known
When I watched you walk away at San Jose airport, thinking
“I will never see you again”
That some day, some random January day,
We might finish what we started
All those years ago.
A Song silenced long ago,
And hung upon the door.
A Letter from a lover,
Sent many years before.
Music ends so quickly,
As lovers sometimes do,
But music’s language is forever,
Love’s language too.
And the Instrument of both,
Sounds between the two.
Just you and the light and the universe,
Within and without.
On Thursday, the United States Army opened what is considered “combat arms” occupation specialties to females. Females were not, at least in any substantial way, demanding this of the Army. Mission requirements were. Prior to Thursday, needed females were attached to combat occupation specialties so that the male soldiers in these specialties could complete their missions. The male soldiers were unable to complete their mission without the presence of these female soldiers. However, because females were “not allowed” to serve in combat specialties under prior regulations, they did not receive the same acknowledgement, recognition, or promotional benefits as their male counterparts. A good analogy would be as if the drafted soldiers sent to Vietnam were told when they returned home that they didn’t serve because war is illegal. This practice of attaching females to combat specialties due to mission requirements without giving the same benefits was one of the most overtly exploitative and oppressive for female soldiers in recent years. Some people, seeing this, took the matter to the Supreme Court. Though still in deliberation for determining the constitutionality of this practice, the powers that be have preemptively opened combat arms occupation specialties to females. There are many options for redress of this matter, and they have chosen this one. We, as a military, have until 2016 to determine the viability of this option.
Let’s be clear.
For all those who are demanding that females be held to the same physical standards as males, understand this: combat arms occupation specialties need females and therefore will most likely determine appropriate standards that will allow them to fulfill this need. The fact that combat arms needs us means this will be on our terms, and they will probably accommodate our specific, physical needs. Because, I say again, females were not in any substantial way demanding entry into combat arms specialties. If males have a big belly-ache over it, I say this – you have legs, arms and the right to assembly. Go pick up a picket sign and march Washington. Otherwise, shut up and stop harassing me in the work place!
If I didn’t have so many male soldiers in every unit I’ve been in for the past 11 years unable to even meet the FEMALE physical standards, I would be way more sympathetic to this argument. In addition, as a rugby player, I’ve met women who can pretty much eat most men alive. And I’ve met infantry males that I myself could pretty much eat alive. And I’m only 5’2″, 120 lbs. So, let’s be clear.
Mission first, soldiers always.
In those first couple seconds after the
First event horizon
As particles cooled and gathered, if they sensed
What I feel late at night, tossing
That inherent drive leading us
Through deep space and time
To become that which never could have been predicted
At the start
As the boy and girl looked up to the sky, the sunset shining in their eyes, we can imagine ourselves looking back down on them and all our friends, waving from the moon or even a shooting star. Imagine too the boy’s message:
Like a soft glow
Spreading from person to person
Moving outwards still,
Forming a great electrical network
Becoming evermore complex, like inside our minds
A nervous system coming to awareness of
Or is it remembering?
This most ancient of all truths.
A week-long fog lifts:
From my balcony I see,
The patient sun/set