A great American died today. He was human, and frail and hurting. I don’t mean to diminish his life because I was affected like most other TV-addicted Americans. My earliest life remembrances involve a wood-framed GE or Zenith or RCA TV and a man and woman in an egg. Maybe some kind of tinfoil hat. Today’s news hit me like it did others: goddamn.
So, in this space, I give you Virginian farm land. Tranquil and peaceful now on the outside, but inside, in years long gone but never forgotten, a fury of peril and sacrifice. In these cornfields, these forests, these open lands once fraught with raging battles, thousands and thousands and goddamn thousands of men and overgrown boys died, their blood spilled, soaking these fields and lands now preserved in their honor.
Monocacy National Battlefield, VA
Manassas National Battlefield, VA
Antietam National Battlefield, VA
One is a battlefield hospital and former saloon. One is an unfinished railroad. One is now an NPS school. One was a slave quarters. In one, children hid beneath the steps of the front porch while the house was bombarded with artillery. Others are just the preserved farmhouses and sites of the most bloody skirmishes in American history.
Again, not to diminish from the greatness of one American human being, whom we all know and will miss. But still, life goes on: O-blah-dee, O-blah-dah.
Hasselblad 500 C/M, something Kodak and pushed 2.5 stops and expired by 12 years