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” BUILDING THE RIGHT WALL’S “

26 Oct

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I help erect a wall on 20 September 2007; not a wall of division, such as the Berlin wall and it was not the metaphorical iron Curtain; not a wall of partition of territories, such as walls going up between Israel and Palestine, not a wall of religious divide; as in other parts of the world; but, a wall of unity, forgiveness and togetherness in common service.

In erecting the Vietnam Memorial Wall  (replica) that was being displayed at the Veterans Memorial Park in Lewiston, Maine on 20 September 2007.

I had the pleasure to work with a detachment of Naval Mobile Construction Battalion personnel.  In them, I saw a generation of forgiveness and equal opportunity, male and female working side by side with equal pay; whites, blacks and other cultures; side by side in friendship and arms; togetherness in work, play and sorrow as we erected each panel of fallen service members.

To think, it took less than a generation to overcome some of our; our prejudices and fear of our fellow American’s or have we ?  Or, will we keep living the indignities of the past and passing this ill well onto our children ?

In conclusion; I will say, ” Is the  laughter of the enemy’s children; so different from that our children (s) ?

Perhaps, when we go to war both sides should lessen to the laughter and crying of our enemies infant children.   And, realize that our enemy’s child / children laughter and crying are not so different than our own child’s / children.

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TEARS, OF A MAN WITH A 1000 TEAR’s.

18 Feb

I went stomping as if a child in a part of town that I once stomped as a youth due to family difficulties for a brief period time.  

Little Canada, once the French quarter’s of the town of Lewiston, Maine. 

I lived with my sister at 146 Oxford St., 3 third floor in Lewiston, Maine while as student at Edward Little High School, Auburn, Heights Auburn, Maine and while being the 1972 Class President.

I also remember watching the construction of the at time, new Edward Little High School in the early 1960’s at the age of seven; as, my sister’s and I were boarded out to a caring family on Western Avenue in Auburn, Maine the Billeaud’s.   But, I digress as a person remembering would at going sixty-five years young of age.

As, I walked by the properties in Little Canada the houses, homes and reality recently acquired by the City of Lewiston, Maine.   My chest began to swell almost to the point of a man with a thousand tears.

I realized that like these properties, houses and once homes slated for demolition.  I too am marching to a different drum beat now.   As my throat begins to swell and I feel the tears of a man with a thousand tears forming at the corners of my eye’s.

Change is hard on your remembrance of monolith’s to your life, your youth, struggles and experiences “pass, out of existence” before your eyes as if a long lost relative dyeing.

 And, then the tears of a man with a 1000 tears begin to fall   .    .    .    .    .    .   ..