FIRE AND FORGET: SHORT STORIES FROM THE LONG WAR

book cover for Fire and Forget: Short Stories from the Long War

Once I met a veteran working as a TSA agent at the airport. He was wearing a metallic bracelet with a series of codes, metal marks, or symbols. I asked him what it was. He said, “My buddies in the army”. I said that was awesome. He looked at me hard, dumbfounded and pissed off. “Awesome?” I thought I was about to get my head ripped off. “Naw, that’s not what I meant.” I cowered and added, “Thanks for your service.” He glowered at me and I hustled ahead in the line, so nobody behind me would notice my complete dick move. I sped ahead through the rest of the check-out, scared and embarrassed. I knew nothing about what he’d been through much less any other veterans I knew somewhat closely or didn’t know at all.

Later on I met another veteran who for a short while became my good friend. He was the first person I met in a new city, helping us move, showing us which traffic lights to avoid, and sharing somewhat of his complicated background. Soon he started acting too tense to hang out around. He was frustrated, hurting, and trying to fit into a drastically different world. I actually cut all my contact off with him, feeling again embarrassed and sort of scared. What was going on? I usually can shoot any sort of conversational breeze with any person, especially guys. Yet here I was feeling claustrophobic and nervous. Maybe I should have mentioned this.

Anyway all that to say that these stories deal with the above. Meaning my complete lack of understanding about how to talk about war with people face to face. I still have no idea after reading this, so don’t expect to learn how to handle PTSD while hanging out. Do expect to be grappling with heavy issues and unanswerable questions. These stories suggest how people’s total nullification of normalcy during war forever alters their ordinary day-to-day events. Phil Klay’s story about dogs and the frankness of the narrator’s voice is immense and carefully raw. Siobhan Fallon’s work about intimacy and hurriedness of returned husbands is devastating and wracks the mind with how many other people are experiencing the same relationship-tugging thing. This collection is a rare combination of ok stories mixed with incredibly powerful works. Recommended for anybody who likes war stories, biographies, and well-crafted short stories. Though I after reading this I cannot accurately use the description “likes war stories”. This should be required reading for anybody touched by today’s war-related horrors and erosions.

I usually just post reviews on my goodreads page so I can remember what I’ve read and is part of a bigger process of engaging with the world. I’m going to start posting especially meaningful works on here. Mostly so I can highlight what really counts in the flood of materials. Stay tuned for more updates on the shackablog.

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WEEK OH HI

lovers rock booklet on a desk
ice chest with wrapped up ice cream bars
bunch of paper mache hanging in front of a door
walking down the stairs to their wedding

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A LIZARD’S WHITE LIGHT

lizard on rockswhite light outside the minivan
pile of lighting leftover gearpile of lighting leftover gear
post it notes on the floor
car battery gear in the grass

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WALK ON THROUGH

pharmacy carpetleftover strands of fiesta ribbon
two black bags
martial arts demonstration
alamo flower guards
hanging tree flowers

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HIDING OUT, HI-ING OUT

chevron gas station at night
driving home from Marfa
san antonio rodeo cows
watching tv on a wall
sno wizard hanging from a tree
a tree behind sno wizard
My friend asked me what I’ve been up to besides work. It’s been a long time, and here are some snaps to show for it.

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COLOR CHANGE

handicapped sign on the hiking trail
double tree trunk pathway on the hiking trail
wooden map on the hiking trail
blurry David photo on the hiking trail

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SAN ANTONIO MYSTERY SKIES

airplane worker walking
Mystery Mystery sculpture
display tag for mystery mystery sculpture
cloud and partial parking lot on a stormy day
whole parking lot on a stormy day
closeup of vinyl record with rocknroll forever visible
Ripped straight from my written diary:

“How large and in charge places are. Trucks, not just the ubiquitous white pick-up, also the tricked out sunshades and extra rusty tailpipe, noise and litter left in their wake. Ominous Mad Max parts are next to brand new vehicles.”

“Texan pride, Brown pride, and even city pride reveals the edges of difference. How close and far I feel from people, slightly and obviously.”

Noticing small and glaring ways I write, observe, wait, move, and flow through people here. I see a larger conception of space, noticing it everywhere, even in grocery store parking lots. Things take up more room. It doesn’t matter what a person’s body weight is, their peripheral direction and movement is always bigger than themselves. Sometimes people stay further apart from others, steering in larger paths to go around somebody’s body. Sometimes people swerve to dodge others, leaving sweeping arcs left to bump into. I feel like I’m expanding, getting more used to moving in larger circles while trying to avoid this. To avoid it, I go faster, moving quickly between everything. I know I cannot always slip between everything. How does this relate to my life?

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DRAWING HANDS

drawing of table hands page one
drawing of table hands page two
drawing of table hands page three

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PHONE HOME

shadowy blue LED ET
bright blue LED ET
ET on a pencil sharpener, desk view
minivan dusk

We watched E.T. last night, at a movie theater. The place was really crowded, volume really loud, and emotions soaring high. Feelings were unexpectedly joyous, sad, and awestruck about why E.T. impacts so hard. Sincerity plus obviously fake movie scenes. Every character getting screen time, like a democracy of characters each getting equal play in the story. Anyway, these pics are old ones from my harddrive, including a Minnesota home one, phoned into the shackablog.

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SIDEWALK RIDER

empty chairs set up the night before a concert
hand drawn marker hat
man balancing two full plastic bags

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