Not Stopping

I was really touched by the comments and emails from folks who thought I was ending the blog. I found it a little ironic that people began to praise my writing but of a poorly worded sentence of nebulous meaning.

See, when I said, "So, I'm down in Washington DC for a day or two before I head out on the deployment," what I meant was "Before I head out on the deployment, I'm down in Washington DC for a day or two." My deployment doesn't start for, well, two weeks or so. Not much difference, but a little.

But here's the thing. I'm not going to stop writing just because they send me to the sandbox. Sure, posting will be more difficult(I'll never do it on a gov'ment computer), but I am going to keep writing, and keep post to the best if my ability.

The Army, well, it can be a pretty lonely place. It can also be an amazing place. You really get to see the best and worst of people. Being a part of this soup of morality and immorality, of accomplishment, of sloth, of ambition, and of keeping-your-head-down-ism, there's so much there to talk about. Like that mythical predatory elephant the Brits in Nigeria would talk about in 1950's, I can never catch the world of the Army, but I can describe it a little. 

The very act of communicating changes us. Maybe this blog is like one of the Tibetan prayer weeks, except that instead of a fixed mantra I'm adding a little every day, and instead of spinning it in the wind, I'm tossing it out on the flows and currents of the interwebs.  

Comments

[Thel]

I like that last image. Now I am picturing the world full of people, all with white scrolls unfurling from their lips, but each scroll disintegrates and scatters on the wind as it uncurls. And each of us grasps at the fragments of other folks' scrolls as we try in vain to fully sift out and piece together each other's meanings...

Thanks for that.