Monday, July 31, 2006

Goodnight, Saigon

I had never heard this song by Billy Joel before, but two lines still stay in my memory from when I heard it this morning up in Wonder Lake. We came in spastic like tameless horses, we left in plastic as numbered corpses. I do not save photos of dead soldiers in Iraq or Afghanistan. When I was in college, before the full realizations of my cerebral palsy became clear, I had envisioned myself as a foreign war correspondent. Writing and dying in Lebanon. And the world continued to revolve....Wayne


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