and post notes and photos about your poem like Mark J. Halliday.
This is also for my English Creative Writing class. It is autobiographical, about my wife Nelly and I. The firecrackers popping overhead were from the 200th anniversary of Bastille Day in 1989. "Boulot" is a French slang word for 'job'; I used to call her at work from Kirchberg during my lunch hour while stationed in West Germany. As it was during the Cold War, it took a while to get permission from the Army, but we got married in Paris. I was with the UN in Macedonia, just south of Kosovo, and worked intelligence missions as a translator during the Balkans conflicts. I spent a year in Mosul, Iraq, helping retrain an Iraqi Infantry battalion's intelligence section.