Words, Images, Memories, Declarations
Indeed, I do believe that whatever power lay in my blog posts lay in the very truth of that I did try to convey: these men and women affected me. They made me laugh. They irritated me. They touched my heart. A few, to this very moment, bring a tear to my eye in the middle of typing at a Starbucks, knowing that there will never again be an opportunity for a coffee and a what’s-up between us.
I feel no need to apologize for that.
Yet by making our personal interactions so public, even with their blessing, I am, in a way, saying that I can extract enough from their words to speak a truth about them and not just about me, that I can add my words to their experiences and somehow publish something that says something truthful about War.
I do hope my words have said something truthful about caring. I question whether they have ever said something truthful about War.
Most of those on Mr. Molin’s list, however, can readily claim to speak a truth of War, even if none of us will ever fully be able to articulate all its truths, whether individually or corporately.