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Navy Seals Recruting Poster aka “I (don’t) spy with my little eye…”
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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If there are 8 individuals in this photo they must be submerged in the swamp and breathing through beverage straws.
I only see four of them.
If a tree falls in the woods, does anyone hear the seals scream?
Impressive. What it doesn’t illustrate are the important elements of sound, smell, movement, secrecy and surprise. The idea is to get inside the other guy’s expectations loop.
But, it is impressive in the visual category. god to keep SEALS as your friends.
After the Sixty Minutes segment on Sunday night regarding the shit river that flows from Mexico into California and then out to sea at their Navy base where they train, filled with everything and anything, these men have really gone the extra 1,000 miles. They deserve our heartfelt thanks for being there.
Yeah, but it would have been better if they had included Lt. Jordan O’Neill in that t-shirt she wore in GI Jane. Now there’s a gal who can point in three directions at once.
I am dead.
Now find the chopper.
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Where’s Schwarzenegger?
awww. . .please–would somebody please make them visible. I think I can see one–but not sure and not very patient!
Anne, I can’t even see 1
left a comment earlier, disappeared.
again-
Great Dismal?
(the swamp SW of Norfolk. a friend in the navy, riverine warfare, got dumped in it wearing only a tee shirt and drawers as survival training, c. vietnam era. above norfolk a bit is camp perry. my father got minimal training there as a ww2 sea bee, it later became a cia installation. a high school friend transferred from one federal agency to another for a spell and was stationed there briefy. the dismal was populated by indians, escaped slaves, maroons of central&south america, and others. pursuing anyone into it was senseless.)
I saw four too, couldn’t say which four though.
Ghost, re; seeing the chopper, had a Blackhawk pilot, just back from sandland, staying in my son’s B&B for a month. Great guy, but noted after he left, that he’d moved the couch up against the back door. Those guys are aware & careful, I say again, careful, when you do see them I suspect it’s 30 seconds too late. 😉
Now see if you can fund toastsniffer. Hint: he’s deep inside.
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I am reminded of “Predator”. Lucky us these guys are on our side.
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To BLM; The country boys are wait’n for ya!