Old Mack’s Tales

September 8, 2013

The Battle Invades My Sleep

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The Battle Invades My Sleep

By OldMack  08/11/2012 08:48

Previously published on Craigslist.org\lit and writing forum

The Battle Invades My Sleep

Sixty Anniversaries laid end to end stretch from that damned hill to my bed. Ghosts span that bridge of time who died on that ridge so long ago and so young. Time has leeched the color from their faces, from the sky and ground; the azure and ocher and crimson are gray as the bottoms of nimbus clouds now overhead. Those few days of August, twenty-one thousand nine hundred days in the past, caught up with me again while I tried to nap. As always I try to infuse those days and hours and deaths with meaning and, as always, there is none; they are simply bad days in August, mere tropical storms of the past.

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5 Comments »

  1. It’s strange how ghosts visit us in our dreams. Beautifully expressed. It makes me thoughtful, and proud of you and your service.

    Comment by katengland — September 8, 2013 @ 5:27 am | Reply

  2. Thanks for reading and commenting.
    I’m on a diet–doctor insisted–trying to eliminate all sugar and gluten. I find that cooking helps; in this heat cooking kills my appetite. The tough part is not snacking on the stuff once it’s in the fridge–where I go frequently in search of my mind. Love, Dad

    Comment by Ron McKinney aka "OldMack" — September 8, 2013 @ 4:55 pm | Reply

  3. I enjoyed reading and visualizing your post! Thank you for giving me so much to think about.

    Comment by Whimsical Sighs — September 8, 2013 @ 6:24 pm | Reply

  4. Oh Mack, this is so powerful. It made me cry. I think of my Uncle Garnett, who was in WWII, and how he never slept soundly after the war. He also never talked about that time in Aleutian Islands. He kept it all inside. I remember him napping on the couch in the TV room when I was about six years old. Suddenly, he would raise straight up, calling out with sweat pouring off his face. Not knowing any better, we kids laughed, thinking it funny. Now I know, and it makes me sad. Your words, and the images they evoke are beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

    Comment by train-whistle — November 16, 2013 @ 6:01 am | Reply

  5. It was cool here today with sporadic showers; not bad weather for hiking in a truck boneyard. The gray flannel overcast reminded me of snow, and I wouldn’t mind seeing some. But I wouldn’t want to work in the stuff anymore.
    Thanks for dropping by.

    Comment by Ron McKinney aka "OldMack" — November 16, 2013 @ 9:33 am | Reply


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