At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military.
In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism.
And I was the luckiest 8-year old McCarthyist of 1979:
I spent spring break on the flight line of a base in the Carolinas-
the U.S. version of my dad had signed us in.
And 12 years later, the Gatling I'd touched that was strapped to the nose of a U.S.A.-10,
separated flesh from bone and honed its skills on "lesser humans".
And thus confirmed the suspicions earned in the 7 years preceding about the lies
I was told and if the truth be known,
I'm probably better off beli...