Will Wednesday* go
unremembered or a dream
come the night before?
*Wednesday, December 9, will be special to me. December 9, 1970 I awoke to ask myself ‘was that a mortar?’ when a rocket propelled grenade (B-40 RPG) turned my universe white and blind and tasting of cordite. Like my birthday, both days in December often go unremarked. It was the dream I had December 6 that presaged the events of 3:30 a.m. 12-9-70 that had – and still does – me confused. About That much more much later.)
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