November 18, 2019
  • 6:51 am U.S. Air Force Commissioned Officer Training / Phase 01: Orientation
  • 6:51 am Just the Job – Air Force Officer
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  • 1:52 pm Those Who Serve: Investigation Into Medical Negligence In The Military | NBC Nightly News
  • 1:52 pm Remains of Ohio soldier who died in Korean War buried in Ross Co.

From “The crime of a soldier” A person who spends his days among rocks poking around on all fours, has heaps of time to tell himself tales It does him good at night to take a seat and listen to the stories in some well-made book I keep myself company with my own writing as well but when I start to read, my eyes grow wider and I return to Naples to my room in Montedidio Isac Babel without fall puts me back in an old green armchair with its broken springs I curl up and with my eyes I follow the piper Babel was executed by firing squad in Moscow on January 27, 1940 and left in a mass grave He was forty-five years old What he’d written suffices for me to value him as the best of the twentieth-century Russians I don’t miss everything he was never able to write What weighs on me is the desperation of a man his well of ink ready to dip into sealed with slug of lead to his brain I don’t generally visit the tombs of the writers I love Yet I do beat my fist on the table of my century for not letting a passer-by rest one moment before the stone of Isaac Babel

Tony wyaad