tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68016814191166575622023-06-20T06:07:32.748-07:00The Swordsman's KeepMy personal collection.Ziek Nbekaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13870046318793108637noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801681419116657562.post-13639596306438755062010-03-24T22:14:00.000-07:002010-03-24T22:21:56.894-07:00Star BornTonight, blips of distant light beckon me-<div>I sit on concrete steps, cat in arm, frosty breath at my lips, listening to barking dogs, a zephyr whispering to blades of grass, the rustle of crumpled paper, a crinkled soda can,</div><div>Construction; the rumble of passing cars,</div><div>A glimmer of light catches my eye, and against the streetlamps, I spot a lone star amid a tenebrous sky,</div><div><i>I have awakened, </i><span style="font-style: normal">I say,</span><i> I have awakened, and I am here...</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">But the ancient traveller does not blink, not once,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And the heavens pretend they are a void.</span></i></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pa.msu.edu/people/horvatin/Images/constellations/monoceros.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 423px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.pa.msu.edu/people/horvatin/Images/constellations/monoceros.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div>Copyright 2010</div>Ziek Nbekaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13870046318793108637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801681419116657562.post-76890636037397805912010-03-14T22:52:00.000-07:002010-03-14T23:03:07.760-07:00Private's Folly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ttp2.dslyecxi.com/images/weaponType_grenade_throw.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://ttp2.dslyecxi.com/images/weaponType_grenade_throw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><b><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">During a training exercise, a sergeant taught a private to throw a grenade.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He ran ten yards away to be safe, and shouted the instructions, "Pull the pin, throw, and hit the dirt!"</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The private threw the explosive at him. The sergeant, luckily, rolled out of the way. He did not know whether the soldier acted deliberately or in sheer stupidity, but a few months later, they met again at a tavern. The man was missing a leg.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The sergeant dismissed any hard feelings, and asked, "What the hell happened to you?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">"Well, I was caught in an ambush," the private replied, "My men got trapped in the jeep, under fire, and I managed to make it to a ditch. I yanked out a grenade and pulled the pin and lever, but the enemy saw it and ran away, so I put it back on my belt."</span></div></span></span></b>Ziek Nbekaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13870046318793108637noreply@blogger.com3