Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

– Shel Silverstein

8 October 2008

This must have been the longest streak without posting yet. It has been nearly two months. A lot has happened here in Iraq but OPSEC rules the roost so I can’t talk about any of it. I will say that the weather is getting cooler, a lot cooler. The highs have only been in the mid to upper 90’s. Between the weather and the fact that home is within sight, everybody is in a chipper mood.

Now, I just wish you all didn’t ruin the economy while we were gone!


16 Aug 2008

Well, it wasn’t the greatest way to spend a birthday but I did get to mark another day off the calendar. That is about all I am liberty to discuss. Here is a picture from the sunrise this morning here in Iraq. I hope everyone is well. Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I can’t wait to get home.