The fact that we are at war always creeps up on me. I certainly don't devote active thought to it/ Passive processing is heavily occupied these days.
Some of the most valuable ambient mainstream information gets in from NPR while driving to a meeting or the tombstones at the end of telecasts. My Junior Optimists Club (like the Rotary Club on collective Prozac) leader taught me to read the front page last. Go straight to the funnies.
But it is in my subconscious. Gnawing at me. So busy being a prophet on the burning shore. So I write this, perhaps just to myself, to remind me that we are still at war despite declared victory. That just because it is over there or over there doesn't mean it doesn't matter here. Just doing my job isn't doing my part. That's being a cog at a different scale in a bad plan. When I realize I am thinking about war, which isn't easy to do amidst all this probable peace, I need to go with the thought. Consider it.
I'm wondering how other people think of war when they least expect it. Probably shouldn't blog this...
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