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November 01, 2006
What We Owe
Lance Corporal Joseph M. GradyI spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her.
Posted by Cassandra at November 1, 2006 08:31 AM
Comments
I have always found WO Fay's work to be deeply moving whether it is of Marines in the field or Marines at Walter Reed or Bethesda.
He just seems to capture their essence, grit and all.
I almost want to crash the Museum opening just on the off chance that I might get to meet him.
Posted by: Carrie at November 1, 2006 11:15 AM
He just seems to capture their essence, grit and all.
Exactly.
I wasn't happy with the way I'd edited that passage.
I kept thinking of that calendar, earlier, and how after looking at those young guys just left me kind of..., I don't know, they're nice looking but there was nothing.
And then after getting your email I happened to go over to Michael's site and I happened on this and it just took my breath away.
Now there is a man who could make a woman weak in the knees. Or at least, someone like this woman. Whatever "it" is, he still has it.
Some poor girl had better watch out.
Posted by: Cassandra at November 1, 2006 12:28 PM
Ladies, your're making me blush!
Posted by: Michael Fay at November 1, 2006 12:36 PM
It's your own fault, sir. Turnabout is fair play :)
Posted by: Cassandra at November 1, 2006 01:21 PM
I suppose Mr. Fay is an OK arteest--- for a poor (like his subjects) uneducated schlep.
Posted by: John No F-n' Apology Kerry at November 1, 2006 03:42 PM
Yes...maybe we should start a scholarship fund so he can attend a real school like Yale where they learn to create serious works like Serrano's Piss Christ.
Now *that* is Art. But who expects some yayhoo in the military to appreciate the finer things in life? It's so depressing being around the proles.
Posted by: Tuh-ray-zuh 'Get out of my WAY' Kerrie at November 1, 2006 03:53 PM
Michael,
Around this joint, there's always somebody blushing..
Posted by: Carrie at November 1, 2006 03:59 PM
Ohh look..
It's Francois and Cheeky...
Posted by: Carrie at November 1, 2006 04:00 PM
[pushing Carrie out of the way]
Oh for Pete's sake... don't you people know who I am?
Don't tell him THAT - he'll never come back.
Posted by: Tuh-ray-zuh at November 1, 2006 04:36 PM
:D
You cheeky monkey...
Posted by: Carrie at November 1, 2006 06:32 PM