this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgment
we have no sympathy for the devil
we acknowledge the power to act that is in us
cross-posted at MyLeftWing, BooMan Tribune, and my blog.
images and poem below the fold
Relatives grieve lost loved ones at al-Kindi hospital in Baghdad, Iraq, Monday Jan. 22, 2007. Two nearly simultaneous bombs struck a predominantly Shiite commercial area in central Baghdad, killing at least 78 people and wounding at least 156, said Deputy Health Minister Hakim al-Zamili.
(AP Photo/Karim Kadim)
Conscious
by Wilfred Owen
His fingers wake, and flutter; up the bed.
His eyes come open with a pull of will,
Helped by the yellow mayflowers by his head.
The blind-cord drawls across the window-sill…
What a smooth floor the ward has! What a rug!
Who is that talking somewhere out of sight?
Three flies creeping round the shiny jug…
‘Nurse! Doctor!’-‘Yes; all right, all right.’
But sudden evening muddles all the air.
There seems no time to want a drink of water.
Nurse looks so far away. And here and there
Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter.
He can’t remember where he saw blue sky…
The trench is narrower. Cold, he’s cold; yet hot-
And there’s no light to see the voices by…
There is no time to ask…he knows not what.
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peace
472…
had it been possible to continue uninterrupted from the original source.
I’m sad to see disclaimers made in the most devoted enduring series on this horrible war. Tell me where else thoughtful sustained tributes are occurring. WaPo’s “Faces of the Fallen”?
But someone making a dedicated effort to mine the world of words and attach them to images?
This is the only place that has happened.
Thanks again, Rub.
It’s the world we live in, along with the fact that, with a very few exceptions, I have depended on the work of others for these diaries.
Helicopter ‘crashes near Baghdad’
Beautiful poem.
Did you say his name was Wilfred 🙂