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Bang bang
I hit the ground.
He lighted his cigarette and looked at me.
“Ya want sum?” he said to me. I nodded and he leisurely passed it to me.
I sighed as I smoked it. “I’ve never felt like this before.” I said.
“How so?”
“Seasons change you know? I change. I’m not the same. I never thought I’d start smoking cigarettes.”
He looked at me and took the cigarette outta my hand. “What do you mean exactly?”
Staring at the parking lot, I explained: “You know that I did weed and that shit but never nicotine. My father did it all the fucking time. Man was so crazy for it that whenever we’d tell him to quit smoking he would make empty promises. Hated him for that. Lied to us for all his life. And that’s how it brought me to hate nicotine.” looking back at him, I see him already staring at me. “Now, I smoke it once in a while. Should I be ashamed?”
He got a long hit and then answered: “Nah, doll. Look. When I was five, I used to stay at my pops and I knew that he always had a gun somewhere hidden in the house. Every Sunday I’d hear bangs coming from the backyard. In the morning I’d see dry blood in the yard. This went on for three years. None stop. And I never questioned my father’s decisions. But oh, how did I hate him for making them. Guess we all went through sumthin that traumatized us.”
I stared at him and hesitantly asked him “Do you still hear the bangs?”
He sadly smirked and looked up to the sky while responding to me with: “I hear Bang Bang every Sunday night. And I wake up scared to find dried blood in the backyard.”
I curiously asked: “Didn’t you even have the urge to ask him why he did that?”
“Of course I did, doll. I knew I’d get a beating because of it so I shut my mouth, forced my eyes closed and pushed myself to sleep with the bangs.”
I slowly slid to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m so sorry, Wood. Why did you have to go through all that at such a young age?”
“One of us should suffer in this life babe. And God said it was my turn. Gotta accept it doll. Now don’t get sad because of me” He tilted his head down to take a look at me and he saw the tears that were shedding from my eyes. I sadly looked back at him and said: “You’re my baby boy. I love you. With my whole heart.”
“I love you Doll.”
In the darkness of night I swear I can feel you next to me. It breaks my heart when I wake up only to see a half empty bed and the tear stains I made when you left. It hurts even more knowing I won't hear from you for months. Don't forget what you've left behind.
Stay safe at boot camp
My Son Curtis graduated high school May 24, 2024. He plans to join the US Army, and leaves for basic training in July. Sadly, I missed this graduation unfortunately. He lives with my ex-wife his mother, and we have not gotten along in years. She has done everything in her power to blame our divorce on me to my kids, and I do claim my part, but it takes two to make or brake a relationship.
Memorial Day
Make sure that children know and understand the importance of Memorial Day with this children's book that addresses honoring U.S. servicemen and women.
Summer is almost here and with it comes Memorial Day! Memorial Day, first called “Decoration Day” is a national holiday observed each year in the U.S., to honor military servicemen and women who have fought and died to protect our freedoms. The children’s book Memorial Day is a great book to read to children to educate them about this important holiday. In the book Memorial Day, children learn…
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I would like to thank all of our brave service men and women for their service, sacrifice, and commitment.
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The Massacre of Wounded Knee
The Massacre of Wounded Knee was one of the most devastating, horrifying acts of cruelty committed by soldiers of the U.S Army. Innocent men, women, and children of the Lakota tribe were shot to death, and over fifty-one were wounded, who soon succumbed to their injuries later. Over 250 people tragically died on December 29, 1890, near Wounded Knee Creek on the Lakota Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. And what exactly was the victim’s crime for death? The sacred dance, ‘Ghost Dance’.
‘‘The Ghost Dance, created by a Pauite Indigenous man from Nevada by the name of Wovoka, is an indigenous religious movement that envisioned the coming of a Native Messiah and a millennium marked by the return of the depleted game, the resurrection of deceased Indigenous relatives, and the supernatural disappearance of Euro-American colonizers. Misconstructing the Ghost Dance as insurrectionary, the U.S Government sent troops to suppress the feared threat to American sovereignty. The 7th Calvary, on December 29, 1890 held Lakota Chief Big Foot and his people in custody at the site; as the troops disarmed the Lakota people of weapons the next day, when an errant shot fired which lead to the resulting chaos.’’
Twenty-five soldiers also died and thirty-nine were also injured, and six of them succumbed and died later on. The army had rushed in additional forces under Colonel James W. Forsyth, who had quickly surrounded the encampment. To the army, disarming the Lakota people was seen as a peaceful measure, designed to eliminate the tribe’s capacity to launch the violent outbreak. To the Lakota and Big Foot’s followers, the plan appeared to leave them vulnerable to violence. ‘‘For all the Lakota’s obvious displeasure at the disarmament order, neither group seemed prepared for a fight that morning. For their part, the Lakota were not only outnumbered, out-armed, and flying a white flag of truce; they risked placing their families in danger if they launched any violent resistance. Because of the disarmament procedure, the two groups were so close together when the fighting began that most combatants had little time to reload. The initial conflict thus rapidly devolved into a bitter hand-to-hand struggle. Once the soldiers closest to the Indian camp had either fallen or retreated, however, the supporting troopers were able to bring their fire to bear on the camp with deadly effect. Particularly devastating were the four Hotchkiss cannons. Few Lakota warriors had ever encountered this weapon, which could fire almost fifty rounds per minute. In less than an hour, Indian resistance to the troops collapsed.’’
On May 28, 1903, five thousand Lakota’s assembled, coming to dedicate a monument to honor the Minneconjou Lakota Chief Big Foot and more than two hundred of his followers. ‘‘The obelisk emerged from the Lakota’s engagement with the politics of memory—the narrative accepted by the government and dominant society—of ‘the Battle of Wounded Knee’, in compensation claims and in their memorial practices. The Lakota’s monument was a rare intervention by indigenous peoples in a western memorial landscape largely controlled by Euro-Americans. As Edward Tabor Linenthal and Micheal A. Elliot have surmised, Americans erected monuments to honor George Armstrong Custer and other white soldiers killed in the Indian/Indigenous wars. Even when whites killed large numbers of Indigenous, Americans found ways to memorialize massacres as necessary acts that brought peace and progress to the nation, as Karl Jacoby and Ari Kelman have demonstrated. Although army officials have disagreed over exactly what happened at Wounded Knee, the War Department ultimately upheld the Seventh Calvary’s claim that ‘treacherous’ and ‘fanatical’ Ghost Dancers had attacked unsuspecting troops, thereby disavowing any responsibility for the deaths of women and children.’’
This article is written in daily remembrance of the deaths of millions of indigenous or diverse people, and the acts of continuous violence that plagues this country because of bigoted and ignorant people, but especially at the hands of people who claim they are here to protect and serve. These acts were and still are commonplace in American society, and to not write about the horrors in their originality would be pointless, and otherwise claim that they never happened at all.
Look America, why can't you see how absurd you now look as a country, your leader would rather play golf than respect the soldiers who died protecting the constitution her also supposed to protect. He would rather get a pay back from a sports washing Saudi organisation than show his respect. It's no wonder the rest of the world don't want anything to do with him or the rest of his cabal.
David Schillo was a member of the U.S Army, where he served as a Chemical, Biological, Radiological, and Nuclear Officer in South Korea.
David Schillo is currently pursuing a course in American Sign Language and his second master's degree at Austin Peay State University.
David Schillo was a member of the U.S Army, where he served as a Chemical, Biological, Radiological, and Nuclear Officer in South Korea.
David Schillo, currently a resident of Clarksville, Tennessee, is an eighth-grade teacher at the Dickson County Public School in Dickson.
When he is not working, David Schillo likes to spend his time exercising, watching sports, reading, and spending time with loved ones.
David Schillo is currently pursuing a course in American Sign Language and his second master's degree at Austin Peay State University.
David Schillo has worked as a Physical Education intern, Graduate Assistant at East Carolina University, and volunteer at the Muscular Dystrophy Association.
David Schillo was a member of the U.S Army, where he served as a Chemical, Biological, Radiological, and Nuclear Officer in South Korea.
“Behold, the bringer of light.”
Nuclear Bomb Testing in the Nevada Desert (May 25, 1953)