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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Another day in the life that is Zeke

Hello my loyal fans!

I must say, since the appearance of face book I have not made as much effort to write in my blog. Since face book is a love/hate relationship, not all of you get to see me so much. On that note, if I don't accept friend requests, it is that I don't treat face book as my social network. When you ignore a friend request there, people get their feelings hurt and think I don't like them. Not true, I just don't want to see 400 updates every day!

With that bit of unpleasantness over I can move onward ever onward.

The cold weather has arrived and with it a renewed zeal for writing. I have puttered with my Iraq saga book a bit, but find it extremely hard to find peace and quiet in which to write. I find that some of the details are so fuzzy I have to rely more and more on my journal and notes from in country than my memory. This comes from the fact that I want everything to be factual and not just memories pulled from my head at random. Which seem silly since most of the book is specifically about my experiences. The key is simply to write, and I have always found that this blog is for exactly that.

This may seem like a long ramble for some, and believe me, it will be the first of many as I attempt to sharpen my writing skills. Then it occurs to me that, yes, this blog is for my adoring fans, but first and foremost, it is for me. It has always been for me. My relief, my safe haven, a way to release and explore ideas, thoughts and emotions. So bear with me, feel free to comment and question. It is from questions that I have spawned much of my writings.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

A Soldiers Poem

"The Soldier Stood And Faced God"
Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough.And sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough.But, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep...Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.I know I don't deserve a place, among the people here.They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, but if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod.As the soldier waited quietly for the judgment of his God."Step forward now, you soldier, you’ve borne your burdens well.Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets; you’ve done your time in Hell."

-Author Unknown-
My new favorite poem nonetheless

Monday, October 05, 2009

Until We Meet Again...

Jesse Davis, my friend and brother in arms, took his own life one week ago today. His passing has left a scar on all of us who knew him. Jesse was a team leader in the same squad as me, 2nd squad 1st platoon of Able Company 2/136 Infantry 34th Div. "Red Bulls."
I spent nearly every day with him over a two year period during our Iraq deployment.
Now he is gone. The last time I saw Jesse was mere weeks ago. We ate lunch together, and reminisced over a cold one. Everything seemed fine until I heard the news. It simply does not seem possible; it is still so surreal.

Jesse was bright and funny. He had an intelligence that surpassed education and book learning. He was a great soldier and a better friend. Every time you saw him, your day was that much better. It was a privilege and honor to have shared time with Jesse.

The grief that nearly overcame me when I learned of his passing was a large weight that I carried. This weight was lifted when I went to the viewing on Saturday. I saw Jesse’s body, but it was not Jesse, it was only a shell of what he was. I sincerely believe Jesse is more alive today than he ever was on this earth, and I know beyond any doubt that I will see him again one day. Though he is in a better place, I will selfishly miss him in this one.

I will never forget the joy that he brought in life, nor the sorrow brought by his death. I will carry his memories with me forever as I drink the cup of bitter-sweetness, in anticipation of our next meeting.