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and you get some interesting images.
thinking prose? well, didn't really get into the whole reading/writing thing until a few years ago. up until then, it was art. composition. monets' and manets'. edward hopper and william turner.
"wanna come up and see my etchings?"
well, @ the behest of a buddy, i scanned some pix penned by pissed off christoff in combat zone. running my hand across the paper, i can still feel the deep groves left by the pen.
a reminder - some kid made these...
fallujah, 2004. contractors dead. strung up. few days later we raze the town.
hadji hooches - think harem - kuwait. camel spider hauls ass over my calve. (pardon the angle).
coffin racks; uss pearl harbor, 2001. Philippine Straights.
camp fallujah, 2004. a/c broken. we get some jack daniels - get drunk - and puke.
the whores of singapore stand under the low hanging eaves. a big yellow moon overhead. porcelain skin. just girls. kids.
every ground pounder's got his favorite cover. bent. faded. smells like starch. a gift fm: salazar.
pet pigeon inside a house on the edge of the tigris river. lost. scared. owners left him a bowl of agua and seed. in this big empty house, with cracked mirrors and 'taters in a pot - stove still warm.
desert boot; pistol factory, haditha. 20+ mosquito bites. wasp the size of a goddamn finch. Mattis relieves Dowdy. doc gives me cipro for a gnarly stomach virus.
off the coast of yemen; w/13th Marine Expeditionary Unit. 6 on. 6 off. the squid on watch asks if i'd actually pull the trigger...
w/out a doubt, fallujah, combat operations center. rocket hits a large generator - zero-dark-thirty. think a Marine was killed, but i memory is so foggy back then. 10 days later i'm smoking a Punch on the coast of san pedro, ca.
