{"id":8065,"date":"2021-11-25T18:10:41","date_gmt":"2021-11-25T18:10:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/?p=8065"},"modified":"2021-11-25T18:10:41","modified_gmt":"2021-11-25T18:10:41","slug":"home-front-war-zone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/?p=8065","title":{"rendered":"HOME FRONT WAR ZONE"},"content":{"rendered":"

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More heavy rain, thinking of everyone in BC affected by flooding. I pray, in my devout atheist fashion for them. Speaking of victims, this Sharon Olds poem brings to mind my sisters and our upbringing. My take; it’s about family, the “Senior Officers,” parents. Ours should have been indicted. I suppose they were until we summoned forgiveness, though middle daughter never could, far as I can tell. The home front was a war zone and impotent rage is the worse kind for it is painfully infuriating. As children, we had no way to defend ourselves and a school picture is worth zero words.<\/p>\n

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INDICTMENT OF SENIOR OFFICERS<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the hallway above the pit of the stairwell
\nmy sister and I would meet at night,
\neyes and hair dark, bodies
\nlike twins in the dark. We did not talk of
\nthe two who had brought us there, like generals,
\nfor their own reasons. We sat, buddies
\nin wartime, her living body the proof of
\nmy living body, our backs to the vast
\nshell hole of the stairs, down which
\nwe would have to go, knowing nothing
\nbut what we had learned there,
\nso that now
\nwhen I think of my sister, the holes of the needles
\nin her hips and in the creases of her elbows,
\nand the marks from the latest husband\u2019s beatings,
\nand the scars of the operations, I feel the
\nrage of a soldier standing over the body of
\nsomeone sent to the front lines
\nwithout training
\nor a weapon.<\/p>\n

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  More heavy rain, thinking of everyone in BC affected by flooding. I pray, in my devout atheist fashion for them. Speaking of victims, this Sharon Olds poem brings to mind my sisters and our upbringing. My take; it’s about family, the “Senior Officers,” parents. Ours should have been indicted. I suppose they were until […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8065"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8065"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8065\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8077,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8065\/revisions\/8077"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8065"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8065"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heatherhaley.com\/hh2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8065"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}