I do not own the rights to this picture. I don’t know that anyone does. The image was pulled from http://www.82ndairbornevietnam.org/ (The Golden Brigade Chapter of the 82nd Airborne) and I really cannot, at this time, articulate how this image and its explanation totally floored me. Really.

looking down, he is a child
with a friend in a frightening world

(I am completely floored. How could we have let this boy die? …and all of the others, all of the others, how many?) (I need to be cautious in my reckoning with what I know of war…thinking about it tears me apart. It hurts. I wonder how much of mental health disorder is just an issue of being totally heartbroken over the world as we know it? Fortunately, I am better able to handle the (grief)(frustration)(anger)(fear) = outrage now that I have figured out that it serves only to add insult to injury and that the energy is best used in some other way, like getting something done.)

Here is a list of things I need to do today:
foldlaundryprintandmaillettertonaacpre:vincentwooten
andthestonecoldfactthatiwillnotlethimdieorganize
calendartomakesenseofgirlscoutscontact
brevardcollegere:myspeakingatalowerlevel
humanitiesclassonthesubjectofbody
andperception:tattoosgetheoilchanged
inmycarandfeelbadlythatihaveacar
andthatiputtheancientremainsofdinosaurs
intoitonaregularbasisahwellplay
banjoandmakepotatoestidythekidsrooms
sweepthefloorsalwayssweepingthefloors

It is interesting to me that a blockoftext like that could be construed in many ways, ranging from mentally ill to poetry. I would prefer that it be seen as poetry, which is, at its most simple, the manipulation of syntax to convey meaning in an indirect and highly personal way. A poem is different to everyone who reads it, and I understand that. So, if you must think that I am some wack job conspiracy theorist writing code or that this is a tragic example of word salad, please feel free. However, you must know that your perceptions ultimately say more about you than they do about that which they perceive, in this case: me. Besides, I am verbally-oriented in ways that, really, you wouldn’t (prove me wrong) understand. Just like I wouldn’t/couldn’t understand the way that you relate to language. See Subjective Proof of a Supposed Self for more information on my brain and it’s specific attributes – then get to know your own brain.

I’ve gotten off topic. It happens…

So, why I was researching the 82nd Airborne in Vietnam is because some guy stowed his two cardboard boxes of belongings outside my gate a few days ago and I am curious about his story.

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Hi – A gentleman by the name of Harold W. Kranwinkel (dob 04/03/1943) left his two boxes of belongings outside of my gate and never returned for them. I do not know the guy, never met him, I just found his stuff and got his name off a script. bottle. His VA doc. is Elizabeth Miller. Anybody got any word on him? Please put this out to the outreach folks, as I’d like to know what to do with the gentleman’s shoes, etc. Thanks, Faith Rachel Rhyne Asheville, NC

The guy left an empty prescription bottle as a means of identification. His things were, for the most part, military issue/surplus and I found an 82nd Airborne patch among them. His date of birth would put him at fighting age during the Vietnam War and so…I started wondering about him. How was it that his boxes ended up outside my gate, where did he go? How did he get here? Why hasn’t he come back?

The most important question is this:

WHY IS A U.S. VETERAN
LIVING OUT OF CARDBOARD BOXES?

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