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January 3, 2009
Anniversary
A year ago today:
12:40:41 AM Andy: I've got to go.
12:40:43 AM Andy: *sighs*
12:40:45 AM Hilary: kk
12:40:54 AM Hilary: Bye. Have a great day.
12:41:01 AM Andy: Thanks. Sleep well.
It was, of course, morning in Iraq, and Andy Olmsted was heading out on a mission. Some hours later, he was killed. I had no words then, and I have no words now.
But I'm more grateful than I can say that Andy asked that his death not be politicized. Without the thought that he would have hated it so much, I'm sure I would have lost it entirely sometime during the last year, when someone talked about war a little too blithely. He kept me from that. I just wish I could, in some way, have returned the favor.
I'm also enormously grateful to the community at Obsidian Wings, who were truly wonderful during the days and weeks after Andy died. I think he would have been so proud, at least after he got over his embarrassment at the response to his last post. (It would have meant the world to him, though.)
The thought that every one of the 4221 Americans, 317 other coalition troops, and hundreds of thousands of Iraqis has friends and families who feel the same hole in their world is unimaginably awful. My heart goes out to them all, but especially, on this day, to Andy's wife, his family and friends, and to those of Thomas Casey, who was killed with him.
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Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
—Hilzoy 1:29 AM
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Nothing gold can stay.
I've learned that metaphor many times already by just going through my time here. Cancer I can kind of understand.. Murder manufacture I just want to throw shoes at.
Posted by: The Galloping Trollop on January 3, 2009 at 2:11 AM | PERMALINK
". . . But beauty seen is never lost,
God's colors all are fast;
The glory of this sunset heaven
Into my soul has passed . . .
-- John Greenleaf Whittier, Sunset on the Bearcamp
Posted by: pj in jesusland on January 3, 2009 at 2:12 AM | PERMALINK
Made me cry then. Makes me cry now.
Posted by: Barry on January 3, 2009 at 4:07 AM | PERMALINK
You cannot just meekly weep tears over this monstrous crime by a President of the United States of America - can you get that? - and keep your fingers crossed that it may not happen again to some other hapless Andy, Thomas Casey or hundreds of thousands of other cheated, innocent souls. PROSECUTE GEORGE W. BUSH FOR MURDER. The only way. Condolences.
Posted by: Goldilocks on January 3, 2009 at 6:07 AM | PERMALINK
I think you have indeed returned the favor.
Posted by: Bobbi on January 3, 2009 at 6:50 AM | PERMALINK
I selfishly pray for the safety of a young friend who writes to me from Afghanistan. When we worked in the same office, we argued after hours and the discussion often dissolved into laughter.
I am sorry for your loss, and I think of the value of friendship. I am sorry for the loss experienced by family, and I think of the value of love.
Posted by: Burr Deming on January 3, 2009 at 9:18 AM | PERMALINK
Thank you for this post. I have tremendous respect for your compassion and your work.
After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
Posted by: Shrink in SF on January 3, 2009 at 12:43 PM | PERMALINK
What a completely shitty thing this "war of choice" is!! How many good men and women have to be murdered and seriously injured in the name of "oil"? Both our people and the Iraqis have suffered so badly. For that alone I hate Bush and his "associates-in-crime".
By the way, how old was Andy Olmsted?
Posted by: phoebes in santa fe on January 3, 2009 at 12:44 PM | PERMALINK
He was about a month shy of his 38th birthday.
Posted by: hilzoy on January 3, 2009 at 12:54 PM | PERMALINK
if you want to see the cost of war, visit a military cemetery. i was at the u.s. cemetery in manila a few years back - an endless, depressing sea of white crosses and stars, each representing a man or woman who died years too young, away from family and friends. honor them and all the others by remembering — and by doing our damnedest in their names so that others don't have to make the same sacrifice.
Posted by: mudwall jackson on January 3, 2009 at 1:37 PM | PERMALINK
Dear Hillary,
Making sense of the senseless is, I guess, a task for poets. Quoting Wallace Stevens is a moving tribute to your friend. May he rest in peace.
Posted by: Gary Zellar on January 3, 2009 at 2:59 PM | PERMALINK
"WAR is a racket. It always has been.
It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives."
- General Smedley D. Butler
Posted by: melior on January 3, 2009 at 3:11 PM | PERMALINK
The horror is...they died for Bush. Bought his lies and he must be held accountable to all of us. If we let it slide it will happen again and again. Let god forgive him because I sure as hell won't.
Posted by: bjobotts on January 4, 2009 at 2:29 AM | PERMALINK
Andy Olmsted's final post: [...] I do ask (not that I'm in a position to enforce this) that no one try to use my death to further their political purposes. I went to Iraq and did what I did for my reasons, not yours. My life isn't a chit to be used to bludgeon people to silence on either side. If you think the U.S. should stay in Iraq, don't drag me into it by claiming that somehow my death demands us staying in Iraq. If you think the U.S. ought to get out tomorrow, don't cite my name as an example of someone's life who was wasted by our mission in Iraq. I have my own opinions about what we should do about Iraq, but since I'm not around to expound on them I'd prefer others not try and use me as some kind of moral capital to support a position I probably didn't support. Further, this is tough enough on my family without their having to see my picture being used in some rally or my name being cited for some political purpose. You can fight political battles without hurting my family, and I'd prefer that you did so. Hilzoy is too polite to say this, so I will: good fucking job there, people.
Posted by: Gary Farber on January 4, 2009 at 3:49 AM | PERMALINK
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