farmer, so my Father could be a factory worker, so I could be a reenactor.
But some say we are cowards. We drive off the urge to fight by not fighting -just going through the motions. I say
Our ancestors do speak to us and through us. We respond. Like those dancers around the all night fire mimicing the game they chase, we enact the clash of arms where all lose some but no one loses all.
Someone quoted Faulkner a while ago. He dealt quite a lot with the War. Some of his charactors were still having trouble coming to terms with it and what they did or didn't do. One story related his grandmother and how she helped Forrest. There. That got your attention, didn't it?
James Dickey wrote some poems that deal with the same things. The urge on an almost animalistic level, to hunt; to make the kill. He thought it out brilliantly but made you believe it was all on an instinctual level.
Does anyone remember his poetry?