I thought I’d sneak this one in here too.
I introduced myself to “Dulce Et Decorum Est” some years ago and was thereby made first aware of Owen’s poetry and tragically short life. I was already in my middle years.
I took the coward’s way out of service in Vietnam 1969. I didn’t present myself as all that bright during my Catholic elementary, high school and collage. I hadn’t any distinction, other than ploding along as a slow student, going thru a high school which George Carlin had ditched two years earlier and a college that Mario Savio had also dumped a couple of years earlier to rouse rable on the West Coast. I believe I only realized some degree of self-aware cleverness, after going up against a draft at the tail end of the filthy and brutal war against the Nation of Vietnam. I weaseled my way into Naval officer flight training and got assigned to a four engine, Russki submarine snooping aircraft over the North Atlantic. It was great having your friendly traffic cop wave you on with a mild warning “let’s slow down Lt”. Essentially, as I crept into the middle of life I became more and more convinced that all military entities (especially US ones) and the wars they fought were shit.
So here I was this morning, checking my investment funds , sitting in front of a computer here in Germany, wondering why the count on the NASDAQ haden’t moved since it’s 9:30 EST opening. And it suddenly dawned on me - It’s Memorial Day You Jackass.