The Hand
Makes me think of this blog, and makes me wonder if the whole reason the “blood on his hands” statement stuck with me was because of what was to come, and was not really about King David or what anyone who has killed in self dense has done at all. When she said that, it just struck me, the words “there was blood on his hands”, and I didn’t know why.
Sometimes things just stick with you, and you only get part of it until much later. Maybe wasn’t David’s hands, or the hands of anyone who is sinless. It is the blood on their hands, and the blood is growing more each day.
I put my note in the Wall, and in it I prayed for understanding. Is this understanding? That we bleed? Or what? It’s still not completely clear.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M93vGtdFxgc&feature=channel_page
When I was in college, I participated in a study on homeless veterans. As my part of the study, I hung out at the Homeless Veterans Fellowship and handed out care packages, and interviewed homeless veterans who came in.
One day, when I came in, there was a table with fliers on it for missing veterans. I did not know that, and when I looked at the stack of fliers there must have been a trick of light, or my mind was elsewhere, or something, because I thought the top flier was a piece of cardboard with a drying pool of blood on it. It was really a picture of an eagle, but I didn’t see that. I saw blood, and I started to ask the guy who ran the fellowship if there had been a fight in front of the building, and someone had used the cardboard to catch their blood, so they did not bleed all over the floor.
As I was asking this, the blood seemed to disappear and I realized that I was looking at a picture of an eagle.
It kind of freaked me out. I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about it. I thought I was having some weird flashback or something, of something that never happened.
Instead of asking about a fight, I asked him if I could have the flier, and he said something like “yes” and then farted. He walked around all day farting really loud. He was a strange guy. I still have the flier.
But it made me think, this blood, that is what you see every day in war. Blood in the ground, on tanks, buildings, people. This is what the veterans with post traumatic stress disorder so bad they couldn’t live in society or even in a building saw every day. When they woke, when they slept, when they went to sleep at night.
What kind of blood will the people of Iran see from this point on? Will they look at their children and see blood? Will they see blood so much, it becomes nothing to them? And when it becomes nothing, just another of the countless things you see every day, will it become cheap? And will they then feel nothing when they spill it themselves? Nothing until later, when they try to go to sleep.
I hope not.
Published by CoyoteDKM on July 23rd, 2009 | Filed under War Commentary
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