"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Monday, August 31, 2009

I marched with Marse Robert

There are things you can't explain...

like how can you see them marching, barefoot, against the odds, the unbelievable bravery of getting ready to march a mile across open ground against a larger army, of knowing the gutteral yet high-pitched yell of defiance as you ran into battle, of having leaders you idolized, of fighting for your home against an invader, of the despair of being ground down by overwhelming force, of having your home occupied by a foreign army?

It's not just reading, or hearing tales from kinfolk, or liking the underdog, or imagination, or emotion. I was there.

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