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A Loud Explosion of Fireworks on the 4th of July, 1987
Reality check here! It’s July 4th, 1987
Reality check here! It’s July 4th, 1987, 11:45 p.m. The incessant noise of firecrackers and cherry bombs has made it difficult for me to concentrate on the true meaning of independence.
Explosions of even minimal magnitude beckon me back to what I experienced in Vietnam. I am afraid!
Back here, snake bombs emit streams of smoke as a sulfur ‘snake’™ slithers from its capsule. It is reminiscent of Vietnam in that we used to pop canisters of ‘Willie Peter” (white phosphorous colored smoke) to show the choppers where to land.
Naturally, I lock into these instances and flow from one time frame to the other throughout the day. It is a part of my Life, and I’ve come to accept it, as much as anyone can accept the fallout of war.
Change the reality!
Today, I opted for a different avenue. I knew that, as nighttime drew nearer and nearer, I was going to have trouble with my instances of…
