Sep 292012
 

I stood on the peak amidst the expanse of the moonlit, starry night, with the resplendent glory of the Sierra Nevada, windswept and cold, lungs filling full with exquisitely pure air after the hard climb.

Weakened by the long survival trek, body seeking food, the soul freedom, suddenly I was at peace in the profound beauty of the night.

No window light or human voice or face, or road or sound of sufferings’ groan was near or real in this ineffable place of truth. How odd, I thought, that such a place—cathedral of grace—lives, exists while humanity struggles to grin in the cruel grip of its inescapable pain.

Come here, I thought, come here with me now – see what I see, feel what I feel, know what I know in this moment and place. Come in to the hallowed beauty of this night.

But the night said they must come in their own time, urged me to push on to Freedom Road, to food and water—to avoid the aggressors.

It gifted me and sent me on my way to learn what I may before my inevitable return home — to the beauty of the night.


Note: This was an experience I had as a twenty year old Air Force Pilot. I had just finished the two week “Starvation Trek” in the Sierra Nevada mountains that was the second phase of the Air Force Survival School. The third and final phase was the Escape and Evasion Exercise. Earlier that night, our crew of eleven was loaded into a truck and driven to an isolated location in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada range where we were dropped off in pairs. Each pair was given a small map and a compass. Our challenge was to negotiate about 25 miles of difficult terrain while locating four partisan (friendly) checkpoints and avoiding the Aggressors (the enemy). The objective was Freedom Road, located at Stead Air Force Base near Reno, Nevada. If we managed to evade the Aggressors and cross over Freedom Road, we would have completed survival school without any further requirements. If we were captured, we would likely endure some very aggressive interrogation and notoriously rough treatment in the “POW” Camp.

A Sierra Nevada Night takes place as I and my companion reached the peak of a third or fourth high ridge at about midnight. We had been weakened by the Starvation Trek so we were physically exhausted. In case you’re wondering, we successfully crossed Freedom Road the next day.

 September 29, 2012
Jul 262012
 

Rage on, dear ones, to the end,
til’ bones and heart and soul clank
hard, roar loud at Gravesend!

Unleash yourself, make your play,
dance, prance—yack at the storm.
Race headlong in. Abuse the fray.

Do not be gentle with the Fates,
not soft or feckless, or alarmed
if you throw seven to their eight.

Sprint past what you have not.
Blind men have more than sight,
who rage on with what they’ve got.

Rage on, dear ones, in each new sun.
The hours watch, beg, and bet you on
as Gods descend to judge who’s won.

Today’s your day, the next a dream.
Now is where the magic’s made,
tomorrow—fickle Future’s scheme.

Be brave and bold, denounce your fear.
Mark the prize and then press on.
If you look back, you’ll still be here.

Rage on dear ones, with all your heart.
Your race is on, the time is short,
the bell has tolled, it’s time to start!

 July 26, 2012
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