Of history, warfare, leadership, and alcohol
I have been struggling with the concept of pain and grief of late, with my father's death in the midst of a global pandemic as a backdrop. It was a beautiful morning the day after he died, and that seemed somehow confusing to me - just as the spectacular blue skies on September 11, 2001 …
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My father passed on Easter Sunday. While I've found some solace through writing, there's just that feeling of wondering why the world goes on when yours has stopped. I wrote this poem to try to express how I feel. Hopefully it will help those also grieving in this time of pandemic. Why doesn't the whole …
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There is a feeling or event, which is not unique to the military community, but they may have the most experience with it. It is something which I can only describe as The Wait. It starts with a notification, blip on the news, note on social media. A flight commander with a carefully blank face …
