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Show Freedoms squelcher S The date was Tuesday, July 21. "Today I had KP, kitchen police. po-lice. Was awakened at 2:15 A. M. and hurriedly dressed for the occasion. oc-casion. I served at mealtime. It is fun to hold the large spoon high in the air, and when the troop holds out his tray, a slight flick of the wrist sends the mess tumbling and splattering. We were released at 8:00 P.M. -18 hours! This KP duty is often used in suppliment-ing suppliment-ing threats. The military has its own system of rewards and punishments, pun-ishments, sparked by the incense of fear which smolders continually, continu-ally, even during sleep, making each night seem like an onslaught of fever. Received a letter from Mother and one from Annie. Hot and humid." Mother Jack's keen c 01 stumbling. She turned ki tn more days. July 2. 'c' "This morning we tt Pc large field while it wz Marching about in ouir us' tents, my boots became i t0 The edges were especial!; : JJ about giving up the dirt t ' collected so carefully.': &e, treated like imported brr: taught to function on the; an animal. How often : the infamous crimes ei: Stalin, Napoleon andotls tra realizing that each saier.: ses its own Hitlers, its pea Stalins, its proud Napck rea who regard the import i,no r continued on pas-' - hav BY MARKUS ZIMMER The streets were impregnated with automobiles. Windows in the taverns hung, shielded by balding drapes. So, Mother Jack concluded, con-cluded, the morning might still offer consolation. Walking though the streets of Alexandria would even be a pleasant experience. Sweepers with willow brooms made their paths, spilling rust and sand from small holes. Mother Jack slowed at the sight of a sign. Secondhand books. Having always been enchanted with old books, she wiggled the door handle. It fell to the sidewalk. side-walk. A small girl buttressing a long shirt opened the door, inviting in-viting Mother Jack to enter. Adjusting Ad-justing eyes, nose and mouth, Mother Jack skipped from one rack to another. Most were filled with antiquated pieces of little " TS "Nixon WouMn'l Dare Tom li IN C Q.fSJ Riphl, Lewis?... worth. Then one volume infected her interest. 1964. Nothing else was stamped on the cover. Crackling, Crackl-ing, the volume was opened to veal the handwriting of some person. per-son. A journal, Mother Jack mused. She turned to July 27 which was her birthday. What she read there was blunt. "The military establishment nutures a genuine contempt for the individual. It reeks of uniformity's unifor-mity's stench and demands a harmony har-mony which is never felt, only inflicted." in-flicted." Mother Jack gasped. She continued reading. - "When men in its ranks are united, uni-ted, it is mainly through a combined com-bined fear of death, a love for . each other inspired by a mutually recognized danger. The military adjusts men to hate their enemies and revenge all injustices except their own. Further, it is completely com-pletely totalitarian in its approach. ap-proach. Authority is appointed on the basis of time and silence and blindness. Received a letter from Betsy. Weather warm and wet " Mother Jack boosted her eyes up to the face of the small girl back a few days and read more |
