HEADINGS
It's been a really long time, in years now,
since I've heard a truly aggressive voice
directed towards me; and noticed only
by its absence. That's a true distinction,
and one worth the mention.
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I think the mark of a man is how we
note the passing - some men get buried
strangely, with those nods to their distant
past : the Marine Color Guard, the fresh
and preserved uniform displayed in plastic,
on a hanger at the front. Yes, I always feel
the Government is out of line with that
re-possessive move. What is all this? A
Communist Soviet, taking back all its
souls for its military life anew? Does
not this 'malarkey' ever end, and do
men not have 'lives' in between?
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