Thursday, July 16, 2009

For Old Blue: Warrior and beautiful writer

Just read the most beautiful piece on Afghan Quest:

Twinkling city

I noticed tonight that Kabul twinkles at night. I don’t know what it is, but the lights of Kabul twinkle much like stars embedded in a fabric that climbs up the mountains like a Christmas tree blanket over a tree stand. They are not all the same dull yellowish color or blue-tinted white of American city lights. There seem to be many colors, from bright white to bright red, muted greens and yellowish glares. It almost seems festive, and I ponder the many lives being lived next to the twinkling points; the children growing up in this dusty city heaving itself slowly out of the quagmire of war’s rubble, barely daring to hope for a future with a bit of liberty.

It’s too much to consider....

We already know that many of our warriors have writers' souls. Lucky for us, they share that, as they take up their weapons to help others. Go - now - here, and read the rest of this one, and again, BOOKMARK this site.

We ARE all connected..

1 comment:

K-Dubyah said...

Brat dahling,
thank you! You captured my feelings exactly...