February 23, 1945
Iwo Jima
It had been hours since our day started, and hours still probably lay ahead. The work was unending and exhausting. --I was pulled in every direction, barely had time to turn off my torch before the next disaster struck. In fact, my welding torch was blistered into my hand, after hours of holding it steady and never putting it down. It was now part of my hand.
But I walked the gangway between a destroyer and the Gear, with the legs of a 90-year old man. I had a few minutes reprieve--a mandate reprieve from the Captain-- to grab some grub and take a breath. Then it was right back to it. Just fifteen minutes, I thought as my feet landed back on the Gear's deck. I grabbed the sandwich handed to me by the Mess Crew, who had set up a make-shift kitchen on deck and were giving sandwiches and hot coffee to the whole crew. Most took the food and dropped to their knees right where they stood--everyone was feeling the strains of the day. I walked back to the guardrail of the Gear and sat up against it; looking at the island, for the first time in hours, looming ahead.
To the puffs of smoke, ash and cinder that enveloped the beaches.
The work was hard and backbreaking, but in that moment I was relieve to be sitting where I was and not on the hazardous beaches of Iwo Jima.
We arrived first to Iwo, towing a broken-down destroyer of Marines. It was hours before the fleet showed up, and we were already hard at work getting the hunk-of-shit we hauled up and moving. We were invading, everyone knew it. The Marines surrounding me were set to storm the beaches at a moments command, As I moved among them, I saw the looks on their faces--the adrenaline building, the excitement of a major battle, the fear as they looked towards Iwo. I could see the gears turning in their brains, that they knew death, victory or both lay ahead for each of them and they were powerless against it. That their lives were no longer their own, but forfeit to a bigger cause. To freedom and all they left at home. Young boys, turned into machines of war, for the sake and love of their country.
It almost made me angry.
I had to looks away from them and concentrate on the metal and mechanical issues that sit in front of me. Looking back, staring too long only made the guilt worse. That I may be the rat of the Naval fleet, but they were the pigs sent to slaughter..
I blocked out the chaos and worked. Just kept working.
Hours later, the fleet arrived and order were given.
"Give 'em hell! Fire every round you got. Kill every last one of those Jap scum! Make them remember this day! Make them regret ever fuckin' with America! This is what we've trained for. We are Marines!" I heard a Commander scream.
"HOORAH" was the overwhelming response. Arms raised in salute, boots stomps and screams of excitement echoes. The energy was contagious and the fear seemed to drift away. Then the chaos of movement started towards the landing crafts and over the side of ship. I stood up from what I was doing and watched them go over the side and on to their destinies; whatever they may be. I said a silent prayer as I watched the last man leave.
The entire fleet was doing the same.
The invasion began, as I stood from afar watching the whole thing. The landing crafts docked and the Marines jumped into the ocean and waded ashore. At least they tried. Bullets rained down on them from the waiting enemy. The tide turned red with blood, and the wind hissed with the sound of sailing bullets. Heads jerked and arms flailed as the bullets found homes. They dropped beneath the raising waters, never to stand back up.
It was a massacre. The screams were almost unbearable.
Still they raged on and fought their way to the beach; the ones who survived the first onslaught. Most dropped to their bellies and army-crawled to the dunes and safety. A few stagnant breaths was all they could take before they were ordered to push forward and into enemy territory. Tommy-guns and heavy artillery were set up, and let lose on the enemy. Grenades, heavy rounds and fire bombs exploded on every inch of the beach, turning up the ashy landscape and covering the island in a huge haze of smoke. And once it started, there was no stopping. There was no distinguishing where the rounds were coming from and whose side was where. It was complete chaos.
And I stood on a broken destroyer, powerless to it all. Looking out at the destruction and death around me, I doubted our victory. I doubted everything.
How can we win this? How?
And now I sat on the Gear, waiting for what came next. For the surrender? For the victory? Hours had passed and the battle seemed to have slowed. But still we had no way of knowing which way it all went. Our radio was silenced during the battle, so we just had to wait for a sign. I choked down my sandwich--it scrapped against my throat like sandpaper and hit my stomach like a ton of bricks. I put my head between my knees and closed my eyes; I needed to pretend I was somewhere else, somewhere safe and away from all this.
Then I heard the roar of cheers.
And the blaring of ship horns.
My head snapped up and I jumped to my feet. Everyone else had done the same and were darting to the other side of the Gear. I pushed my way to the front and saw it. I saw the flag. The American flag, with its blue and white stripes and stars flapping in the wind, being raised on the beach of Iwo Jima by Marines. And the waiting fleet reacted with cheers and "HOORAH".
It was the sign I needed.
"We're going to win this war," I said aloud.
And it was the first time I knew it.
*This is a story my grandfather recently told me, that is not included in my book. I thought it was appropriate given the holiday. Hug a veteran this weekend; thank them for their service*
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Mission Statement
"Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if it were denied you to write."
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Trolling the Internet for Love Advice
Today I was trolling the internets, as I do in most of my spare time at work, and I found this little diddy. I thought I'd share, as it seemed to speak to me directly
1. "A relationship involves two people. I used to put all the responsibility on myself whenever something would go wrong. When her actions would hurt me, I'd think about myself and what I could have done better. In the end, I stayed in that relationship way too long."
2. "I learned to always keep my money separate and to have a backup plan."
3. "Never settle. Love is a verb. People are who they are. Don't expect them to change."
4. "Your happiness and validation come from within. Relying on one person in order to feel happy is unhealthy for both parties involved."
5. "I learned to cultivate me -- my interests, my hobbies -- and let the hobbies and interests I once shared with my ex fall to the wayside. I learned my own strength."
6. "I learned that loving someone and loving the idea of being with someone are two very different things."
7. "It's a big ocean with many fish. You'll find someone else. The heart is resilient."
8. "Once you've broken up, cut all ties with that person. Delete them from Facebook, delete their phone number and send their email and text to a spam folder. Stay away from them and you'll move on quicker."
9. "Always read the signs and be aware of the red flags. They are there flashing and waving if you just pay attention."
10. "I am worth more than what I accepted from the person I loved. I can make myself happy."
11. "Don't even think about falling in love again if your self-esteem is zapped post-split. Heal and love yourself first, then look for love again."
12. "Being unattached is way better than being in an unhappy or unfulfilling relationship."
13. "Get your stuff before you break up."
14. "Your wellness is more important than the relationship."
15. "The pain does go away even though it seems so hard to believe in the beginning."
The link is here if you want to read the whole thing.
And for all you out there in the blog-osphere who are slightly worried about me after my last few posts, my heart is on the mend. I've realized that the issue in our relationship and its demise was him, not me. I did everything right in that relationship and he is looking for a perfection that he will never get. I've come to realize he thinks he is better than me and our relationship was sub-par to his standards. I deserve more. And he will never be satisfied with what is right in front of him, or be happy for that matter.
But me, on the other hand, I will be happy. And I'm getting there.
Without him.
15 Hard-Won Lessons You Can Only Learn From a Break-up
1. "A relationship involves two people. I used to put all the responsibility on myself whenever something would go wrong. When her actions would hurt me, I'd think about myself and what I could have done better. In the end, I stayed in that relationship way too long."
2. "I learned to always keep my money separate and to have a backup plan."
3. "Never settle. Love is a verb. People are who they are. Don't expect them to change."
4. "Your happiness and validation come from within. Relying on one person in order to feel happy is unhealthy for both parties involved."
5. "I learned to cultivate me -- my interests, my hobbies -- and let the hobbies and interests I once shared with my ex fall to the wayside. I learned my own strength."
6. "I learned that loving someone and loving the idea of being with someone are two very different things."
7. "It's a big ocean with many fish. You'll find someone else. The heart is resilient."
8. "Once you've broken up, cut all ties with that person. Delete them from Facebook, delete their phone number and send their email and text to a spam folder. Stay away from them and you'll move on quicker."
9. "Always read the signs and be aware of the red flags. They are there flashing and waving if you just pay attention."
10. "I am worth more than what I accepted from the person I loved. I can make myself happy."
11. "Don't even think about falling in love again if your self-esteem is zapped post-split. Heal and love yourself first, then look for love again."
12. "Being unattached is way better than being in an unhappy or unfulfilling relationship."
13. "Get your stuff before you break up."
14. "Your wellness is more important than the relationship."
15. "The pain does go away even though it seems so hard to believe in the beginning."
The link is here if you want to read the whole thing.
And for all you out there in the blog-osphere who are slightly worried about me after my last few posts, my heart is on the mend. I've realized that the issue in our relationship and its demise was him, not me. I did everything right in that relationship and he is looking for a perfection that he will never get. I've come to realize he thinks he is better than me and our relationship was sub-par to his standards. I deserve more. And he will never be satisfied with what is right in front of him, or be happy for that matter.
But me, on the other hand, I will be happy. And I'm getting there.
Without him.
Monday, May 5, 2014
It Still Hurts
I wish it didn't.
Wish and pray with all my heart
That I was made of stronger stuff
And could bounce back like rubber.
But I feel so lost and alone.
The memories are what keep me crying.
Remembering the things we did and planned.
Your sneaky grin as you walked by
After you lightly hit my butt.
The butterflies that filled me when we kissed.
Laying next to you and how you pulled me in.
How you always seemed to know what I was thinking
Before I said a word; knew every whim or need.
Playing boardgames or reading in bed.
Planning a future we both seemed to want.
The first time I wanted us to last forever.
But you say it wasn't real.
That you were pretending and can't anymore.
That you're done with this "limbo" and
Have no room for me in your life.
That I'm not worthy of your time and
"There's not easy way to do this."
That I'm not important anymore and
You want your stuff back.
But for me it was so real.
My feelings can't go away overnight.
I can't just pretend the last few months didn't happen
And that it meant nothing to me.
I can't smile and pretend I've moved on when
Everyday I hope you'll call and take it back.
That I think about you all the time.
I hate it.
I wish this would go away and
I could feel whole again.
That my heart is back in my chest
Instead of torn to pieces and thrown away.
I was happy and unaware of any of your feelings
And I guess that's what hurts the most.
That I didn't see this coming.
I miss you.
And I wish I didn't.
Wish and pray with all my heart
That I was made of stronger stuff
And could bounce back like rubber.
But I feel so lost and alone.
The memories are what keep me crying.
Remembering the things we did and planned.
Your sneaky grin as you walked by
After you lightly hit my butt.
The butterflies that filled me when we kissed.
Laying next to you and how you pulled me in.
How you always seemed to know what I was thinking
Before I said a word; knew every whim or need.
Playing boardgames or reading in bed.
Planning a future we both seemed to want.
The first time I wanted us to last forever.
But you say it wasn't real.
That you were pretending and can't anymore.
That you're done with this "limbo" and
Have no room for me in your life.
That I'm not worthy of your time and
"There's not easy way to do this."
That I'm not important anymore and
You want your stuff back.
But for me it was so real.
My feelings can't go away overnight.
I can't just pretend the last few months didn't happen
And that it meant nothing to me.
I can't smile and pretend I've moved on when
Everyday I hope you'll call and take it back.
That I think about you all the time.
I hate it.
I wish this would go away and
I could feel whole again.
That my heart is back in my chest
Instead of torn to pieces and thrown away.
I was happy and unaware of any of your feelings
And I guess that's what hurts the most.
That I didn't see this coming.
I miss you.
And I wish I didn't.
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