Ah, The Weekend ...

Stormy Sea at Night
Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky
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Alrighty then, I managed to dredge up the energy to post something other than a re-run. So then, let us begin.

I've been reading a very good book on the Battle of Antietam off and on for a few months now. Why off and on? Well, it's pretty damned sobering.

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Men advancing through cornfields then coming into the open to be torn apart by rifle and cannon fire. Something often not very well depicted by Hollywood, who seem to think that all explosions involve lots of flame and that casualties simply fling their hands up then fall to the ground, seemingly intact.

Shōgun, a series I've mentioned before, is an exception to filmmakers "getting it wrong." At least in the following scene they get it awfully correct. (Note that the scene is very graphic and you'll need to click over to YouTube to watch it ...)

Men and horses are torn apart by cannon fire, sheets of blood are thrown up, the very ground is soaked and made muddy by the blood of the victims. This is what war looks like on the ground, this is the thing which feckless politicians would have us involved in.

But you know what? I'm letting current affairs and happenings in the world outside affect my mood far too much lately. I need to ...

The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe have their health, our children and grandchildren are doing well, and (other than that Gorram daylight saving time making everyone tired and cranky) work goes well. I enjoy what I do and I love the people I work with. The camaraderie takes me back to my days wearing a uniform. We get along well and can rip each other with no hard feelings, in fact we often do that just for the fun of it.

Although spring arrived in Little Rhody on the 19th, after a week of nice, warmer, milder weather, the 20th saw temperatures drop back down into the 30s during the day and 20s at night. Though it's sunny, it's kinda chilly, damned wind has picked up as of late as well.

Oh well, weather in New England, you can bitch about it all day long, but it's gonna do what it wants to. But other than that, things are going well. I pay far too much attention to the chattering classes, I need to filter that nonsense out.

I'll keep my ear to the ground, but I ain't gonna fret. After all, though it may not be apparent, God is still in charge.

And that's not going to change.

Ever.

Be well.