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Favourite cartoon character: Wonder Woman
Breaking AwayThere stands Icarus upon the hill,
With wings out stretched to the sky.
His eyes burn with fire,
See the madman in his gaze.
Below, the crowd calls out to him.
They mock his name.
They try to place doubt in his ear.
But this is HIS moment and he will fly!
Heart beating in excitement, he swallows his fears,
And with steely resolve, he takes the leap.
Downward he falls, wings spreading wide,
And the air doth lift this mortal skyward.
Up, up he soars,
Like a bird breaking away from the chains of Hell.
Freedom unimagined his now his.
He lets out a cry of sheer ecstasy.
But when man treads in the realm of gods,
He should remember how small he really is.
For Icarus mad flight to the heavens,
Is cut short by the jet engines of an unseen 747.
The Easter Journal
April 23, 1916 Easter Sunday
My family found it interesting that this year my twentieth birthday coincided with the rising of our Lord. I didnt really think much of it. Perhaps I should have been somewhat proud of the similarity, but it wasnt exactly the most pressing issue on my mind. Father got me a present this year, just like he said he would. He spent nearly all of his money to buy me a Winchester 1897 12-gauge shotgun that was smuggled into the country.
It was hard to come by ever since those damned Brits put up the imported weapons ban. But Father didnt want me to be stuck with some German piece of junk like everyone else. He insisted on getting me something that was American-made. You know how hes obsessed with the Yanks. If he could, hed pack up everything we had and go right to America. Hell, he already considers himself one with that
Easter 1916Seven centuries have passed, beneath the heel,
The agony of a nation, they begin to feel.
Extraordinary men, but men none-the-less,
The strength of Empire, the will put to the test.
Where once was a pen, now a rifle,
The flames of revolution, no longer will stifle.
Our great poet will pay the price,
But he\'s willing, it\'s his blood sacrifice.
Among these men are the builders of a nation,
But they will bring destruction, not just creation.
The city of Dublin resounds with a bang,
The martyrs march of, in chain-gang.
Among those taken whom are taken away,
are two faces that will long stay.
A country divided, not by the enemy,
But by those close, those who are friendly.
In the end, it will end in blood,
Of biblical proportions, just like the flood.
But in this flood there is no water,
This flood is one of Civil Warfare.
Rebel soldiers fought the crown,
Rebel soldiers, all fall down.
In a few days, fittingly on Sunday, December 7, the last reunion for the survivors of USS Arizona will be held at Pearl Harbor. Let us remember that day, and be ready to defend our freedoms from, as the time honored oath states, "all enemies, foreign and domestic."
And like warriors of old, some will return one last time, to be interred aboard, with their weapons and comrades from dark days long ago.
If the Northern Lights shine at Pearl Harbor that day, worry not; it's just the Valkyries riding by in salute...