One Hundred and Fifty-Eight Soldiers
Four Civilians
At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will
rememberthem
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
- Edna St Vincent Millay
The above is quite true, in my opinion.
What follows is a pile of junk, really. It is the internet equivalent of
the junk drawer that we all of us have in our kitchens, into which we throw
things so that we can (maybe) find them later.
Some of the stuff is original. And some of it is shamelessly plagiarized. I won't
tell you which is which. It should be easy enough to identify, anyway.
Some of it is just an exercise in HTML. An etude, if you will.
I need a place to post this stuff so that I can remember how the hell it was
I did that.
Someday I might snazzy the place up a bit. Put in some dazzle and zoop. But
until then, it is pretty plain jane.
As my dear nephew says, "It is what it is."
(I think he learned that from me. Or maybe it was the other way round).