Friday, November 11, 2011
Happy Veterans Day, But I Ain't a Marching Anymore
Outside, hail, hail turning to snow, and near the chapel, the names of fallen soldiers during the War on Terror are spoken into a microphone, one by one, all day long.
In the silence between the names, perhaps, the unnamed dead.
Always the young to fall. What I find haunting about Phil Ochs' song is the traumatic repetition of the chorus; it's as if, despite all resistance, we find ourselves, inexorably, marching again and again.