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November 20th 2021st
Walgreen’s parking lot, Omaha Nebraska
7:30 p.m.
Police in cars have stopped pursuing Gang Member A aka GMA.
A young woman’s car door gets pulled open.
GMA yells “Get the F……. out!”
She thinks he is joking.
He grabs her and throws her out of the car.
It is HER car.
Her purse.
Her stuff.
She is young, and upset.
She jumps back in, on his lap, trying to get her keys.
He tosses her back out and runs over her driving foot.
Breaking it in sixteen places.
She is barely eighteen.
A senior in high school.
Young and helplessly naïve.
A police helicopter which had continued pursuit of GMA captured this on video.
The entire episode recorded for the watching.
I would have not run across this tale if it had not been my granddaughter.
But it was.
She had a two hour surgery today.
Morphine is the only thing that gives her relief.
I did not think it was possible to hate a person I have never met.
But at this moment
I despise Gang Member A.
I was a young man at the age of nineteen
When I was sent to a country on the other side of the world that I had never seen.
I was trained as an infantry soldier
With an M-16 rifle on my back;
And given an M-79 grenade launcher
In case of enemy ambush or attack.
Along with my Brothers In Arms, I fought in Cambodia and in the Highlands of the Vietnam jungles;
As soldiers, we were always faced with threats and struggles.
One unfortunate day, I was ambushed and shot with an enemy soldier’s rifle
His bullet struck and went through my arm;
At first, I didn’t know I was hit; perhaps my body was in denial.
Eventually, intense pain set in, the blood began to pour;
My lieutenant made the call for a medavac helicopter
To take me to a hospital so that I could be treated and cared for.
For my wounds sustained as a result of enemy action
I was awarded the solemn distinction of The Purple Heart;
My life has been forever changed
Because of this war in which I had to take part.
Flashbacks still haunt me in my head
Wounded, yes, but I thank God that I’m not dead.
As soldiers, we fight for our country and sometimes we make a great sacrifice;
As Purple Heart recipients, it’s our bodies that have to pay that ultimate price.
Sun has made its big grand entrance. Great right? Right? RIGHT?! No, sun is something that happens by nature, Yes but its just beautiful outside, right? No, WHY!? Beautiful things get destroyed by things that are natural and made from mixed up atoms. The sky is clear so go a head ruin that. No, the sky is clear to see those who have places to be to those who never have to look down. The world is- Burning. But this day is nice an- No. What now!? The day is to each their own. Like a sneeze you might miss your soul coming out so there's never garentee a bless you.
The temperature is perfect! No way to that up! Am I the cloud that you dont see? The helicopter lifting the sick to the hospital? Or maybe im the ones on the floor on the streets you refuse to acknowledge? This "maine character " is the only way to not say peace out the grid. You are impossible!!
No, i believe you are in your bubble and im outside the globe looking down shaking my head. Close your eyes and dont trust your ears, youre hungry yes! But can you trust your food ? Thats why they say ignorance is bliss, because when you were never raised to see roses as anything but thorns with petals you see everything all the time, you dont get to be ignorant even when you really want to. Its not a fault to see the sun and know that the earth is dying, to see a beautiful day an know that war, hunger, greed and selfishness are at the top one percent of s given. Its a fault to ignore those facts and keep contributing to the horror.
All around the fortified town all the systems were down, and a heavyset man took all the money and left the town in a hurry. I couldn’t understand why but he chartered a helicopter and took off to the skies and the last time I heard of him he was seen working out at the gym.
Why was he in such a hurry, I still cannot contemplate this mystery, he was here again in a jiffy, doing population census and riding on the bus.
He went drinking at the bar, and was gallivanting in the mall, with lots of shopping bags and a picturesque, tucked underneath his arm.
Heaven knows what that he was stirring up a storm. And when the day was done, he was seen with two pretty girls held close by his side dressed in tight jeans going into a night club.
The cops kept a close eye on him and they watched you watching me watching him, at midnight he came out of the club stumbling in the street and shouting above the sky about the love of his life.
The women weren’t with him; they were singing a different hymn, they went off with another man to the pool to take a swim. The waitress brought out drinks and food and placed it on a decorated table positioned at the side of the pool. It was a perfect scene for lovers locked into a dream and the furry of the night saw tension raging in the sky.
I had a funny feelings that something peculiar was about to happen and so I kept denying this terrible feeling and search for deeper meaning.
They began dining with hugs and smile as if they had known him for many years but the privacy was suddenly interrupted by a man shooting in the air. The women escaped through a tunnel that joined club and a neighboring wall and just as they made to the other side the drunken man started a brawl.
He shot the man and he fell into the pool and I watched the bleeding man suffering from gunshot wounds floating.l
He went through the back door to start up a fire storm but two bouncer’s wrestle him to the ground and slit his throat, then hurry to rescue the bleeding man floating in the pool.
I watched from a distance as the women crawled out of the tunnel and the spectacle of light shine into their faces as they made that narrow escape.
It’s a robot dog with wheels some weirdo said loudly next door.
I am the Mars 2020 Perseverance Rover, space explorer.
I collect rocks and soil, and monitor weather, dust, and the air.
But not on earth, on Mars. I say this with confidence, a robotic heir.
Future hopeful human explorers may be able to inhabit Mars.
Thanks to me, even if they have to remain in bubble safe cars.
I have landed on the planet safely already with my lovely TRN,
And my brand new spanking wheel design is the living end!
For the first time ever, I am equipped to the max. I carry a drill.
I will scoop up rocks and soil, looking for microbe life. What a thrill!
A robot dog on wheels indeed? This sounds like an unlearned man.
I bet he would have trouble learning about science. I am not his fan!
Did I mention that I have a helicopter tucked under my belly?
We need to know if we can ever live there, and run our telly.
I can also test the oxygen production. This will help us plan.
Have to go. I am tubing up Martian samples as fast as I can!
Memorial Day
Kevin Davis 2026
A Tribute to Warrant Officer Don — Friend, Remembered
Don was born in Moline, Illinois on June 9, 1950, the son of Donald and Leone, and brother to Sharon, Margaret, and Lawrence. His childhood unfolded first in the Peoria area, where he and his siblings grew up in the rhythms of Midwestern life. At seventeen, he moved with his family to New Lenox, Illinois, finishing high school at Lincoln-Way Central — a young man already carrying the quiet steadiness that others would come to rely on.
After graduation, Don chose a path of service. He entered the U.S. Army to become a combat helicopter pilot, training first at Fort Wolters in Texas and then at Fort Rucker in Alabama. There he earned his place as a Warrant Officer and took his seat in the aircraft that would define his calling — the UH-1H Huey.
After a brief return home, Don deployed to the Republic of South Vietnam. He arrived on March 3, 1970, assigned to B Troop, 7th Squadron, 1st Cavalry, part of the 1st Aviation Brigade. He was twenty years old.
On May 25, 1970 — Memorial Day — Don was serving as the pilot in the right seat of a Command and Control helicopter near Nui Coto Mountain, south of Chi Lang in the Mekong Delta. Fifty-five days into his tour, a single .51 caliber round pierced the right door, penetrated the armor, and took his life. He died doing the work he had trained for, in service to his crew, his unit, and his country.
He was brought home to Swan Lake Memory Gardens in Peoria, Illinois, where his family laid him to rest.
Today, Don’s name is engraved on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., Panel 10W, Line 98 — a permanent place among those who gave everything.
But beyond the wall, beyond the dates, beyond the uniform, Don is remembered because you remember him. Because he was your friend. Because the people who knew him carry his story forward. Because a life lived with courage and loyalty leaves a mark that time cannot erase.
This is how he stays alive in the world — through memory, through honor, through the love of those who still speak his name.
When I try to recall my childhood memories,
My heart elates with those stockpiled in my unwritten registry.
I used to enjoy walking under the trellis of “vines”
The rich “hued” pink and purple blossoms
With their sweet perfume that was really good to “inhale.”
Once, found a bunch of dragonflies moving in a “glide.”
A strong desire tempted me to catch a helicopter.
Ran after and succeeded to “hold” the scaled wings together.
With a big "gasp" stood there silently.
I watched at its striking pods for a while.
It was startled with the feeling of being hijacked,
As the new “clutch” deprived it of its liberty.
I found no happiness.
Slowly, I made my “clasp” loose and let it go
It swayed its wings happily and tried to “soar” high,
But came back and circled me twice with its humming.
My little heart tried to “grasp” the meaning for its actions
It might be appreciating me.
I clapped my hands wishing it good-bye.
Experienced a new kind of joy and realized
“By making others happy, one can enjoy real happiness”
Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 03-07-2021.
Placed: 2nd
Engelbert Effleflump put on his disguise
Climbed in his orcetector and rose in the skies
For his mum hated flying and must never know
That Engelbert’s job was in an aerial show
Poor Engelbert hated deceiving his mother
He’d go out of the house under cloud cover
He’d loop the loop in pink polka dot skies
Twirling in his orcetector each time he flies
Over mountains of candy and lollipop trees
Floating on green clouds and lemonade seas
Only children knew his secret, they’d point with delight
Look there goes Engelbert - he’ll be home by midnight!
But disaster happened on one foggy day
Poor Engelbert crashed at a flying display
He was not badly injured - only his pride
But how could he tell his mother he’d lied
Unable to continue flying he told his mum of his work
When she discovered his secret life, she went BERSERK
She shook her gold furry arms high in the air
Now confined to his room Engelbert did despair
Engelbert begged and he pleaded, but she wouldn’t listen
Tears formed in his orange eyes, oh how they did glisten
That night he decided that he must simply be free
Couldn’t live with his mother – how they did disagree
Next morning he munched on his wigglerly grub
Drank his foaming juice from the chocberry shrub
He announced to his mother that he had a plan
We would get a new job, become a delivery man
Engelbert moved into a chocolate house
He lives there with his purple pet mouse
His new job lets him work at his own pace
Delivering dreams to Effleflumps in outer space
* an orcetector is a word that was made up by the little girl I used to be a private nanny to - she was just 2 years old and she couldn't say helicopter.
Contest:- Children’s story Dr Seuss Style
Sponsor:- Casarah Nance
~awarded 4th place~
08~21~15
I want to dream again,
Seeing the statue of liberty,
Caressing the fumes of New York,
To walk along Hollywood BLD,
With my new girlfriend,
I want to dream again,
Sleeping in a Youth Hostel,
Close to the harbor of Philadelphia;
I want to share a naïve look,
At the banks of the Mississippi,
With my new girlfriend,
I want to dream again,
flying over the Grand Canyon,
With an helicopter of tourism,
I want to wander in the Yellowstone,
Crossing again, San Francisco, in a rose limousine,
With my dear girlfriend,
I want to dream again of America,
Far away from doctors and hospitals.
Some one must invent a smart machine right now
To serve peoplekind immediately with a feeder
A device that serves up sunflower seeds with hydraulics
Through a small tube attachment that fits in the mouth
Pumps seeds slowly and efficiently with no spillage
Made of gold and rubber for comfort on the lips
Each tiny kernel must be counted out efficiently
Long trips in luxury requires efficiency when eating
Machines must be marketed for the privileged
Priced for the wealthy far out of reach
Ordinary people can eat with dirty fingers
Seeds are too sophisticated to figure out
The kind of personalities that need everything just right
Just right now they require sunflower feeders power
The Jet set crowd and higher to be precise need this device
Only savages eat seeds with fingers
Sun Flower kernel feeders are a luxury
A must, a necessity of life
Invent them right away, right now
Buy more than one to feel alive
One for the helicopter, home and yacht
They must come in hydraulic yellow
Priced higher than the sky above the clouds
Leave the poor to feed themselves
Don't tell the birds what you have done
They have the sun but not the money
Let them forage for something else