“The
custom of the West does not necessarily condemn surrender.
Why? We have never heard of a commander destroyed,
But here in the state of Texas, we see one (Travis).
In spirit there is not a distinction between East and West.”
Why? We have never heard of a commander destroyed,
But here in the state of Texas, we see one (Travis).
In spirit there is not a distinction between East and West.”
I am
visiting San Antonio for the first time. As a boy I had a longtime fascination
with the Alamo, fueled only in part by John Wayne. The old Franciscan mission is
remarkably small and modest. Even packed with tourists, the site is stirring. It’s
our obligation to remember such heroism (some would say foolhardiness). Shiga’s
poem and monument, dedicated at the start of the Great War in Europe, took me
by surprise. Twenty-seven years later, our countries were at war. R.L. Barth
likewise juxtaposes wars in “Reading the Iliad” (Deeply
Dug In, 2003):
“Volume
and desk, coffee and cigarette
Forgotten
the reader, held in Homer’s mind,
Looks upon
Greeks and Trojans fighting yet,
The heroes
and foot soldiers, thin and blind,
“Forced-marching
for the Styx. But suddenly
Stunned by
the clamor under smoky skies,
Boastings
and taunting, he looks up to see—
Not the
god-harried plain where Hector tries
“His
destiny, not the room; instead, a mountain
Covered
with jungle; on one slope, a chateau
With
garden, courtyard, a rococo fountain,
And,
faces down, hands tied, six bodies in a row.”
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