Once, In America

Once, in America I saw a wonderful picture of a female soldier coming home after a tour of duty defending America against the enemy In Syria or some other contested country. She embraces her daughter, a perfect moment; we did not ask any awkward questions about why invading a country is defending America. The USA is a country divided; we get news from Washington and Wall Street and what the president says but of real America, we know, not very much and what we think we know, is usually mythical in western movies. The Americans are generally very polite and welcoming people, which makes sense since so many are armed I met many people in Texas, Alabama, Virginia California and New York; a city I didn’t care for as it was full of undesirable folks, given the feel of fake Levantine. For a seaman, going ashore in America was a pleasure so much to see and buy, as always, the people were courteous. Some of them had the weird idea of Europe as a half a communist system, treating people with a loss of freedom. But let’s put this aside, people are wrongly informed due to a willfully ignorant press, so we spoke of John Wayne and how beautiful America is, where anyone can become President, working hard enough. Yes, I miss this fine country that, on her way to greatness lost its way, but I still think America is beautiful