✪ By Domani Spero
We have previously hosted Raymond Maxwell’s poem in this blog (see Raymond Maxwell: Former Deputy Asst Secretary Removed Over Benghazi Pens a Poem). That was quite a riot.
What do you think about when you’re taking mortar rounds?
“Baghdad Nights” which originally appeared in FB and published here with Mr. Maxwell’s permission will not be quite so controversial but it stands out as a poem of stoic calm amidst the chaos of war.
We particularly like its auditory images which gives the poem a sense of place but also a sense of that specific moment in time. A poem of faith or in a fatalistic sense of whatever will be, will be. A total acceptance of what is unknowable. An inner freedom from fear in the face of a disorderly and dangerous external world.
According to his LinkdIn profile, Mr. Maxwell served in foreign service assignments in Guinea-Bissau, the U.K., Angola, Ghana, Egypt, Iraq and Syria. In a previous 12-year career with the U.S. Navy, he “served division officer tours (auxiliary engineering and weapons systems) aboard the guided missile destroyer, USS Luce DDG-38 and enlisted engineering tours as a machinist’s mate on nuclear-powered submarines the USS Hammerhead SSN-663 and the USS Michigan SSBN-727 (B).”
© By Raymond Maxwell
It was a long-assed day.
We had dinner at the DFAC
and returned to the office.
Finally knocked off around 9pm.
The mandatory protective vest
weighs heavy on my already tired shoulders –
while the strap connecting the two sides
cuts into my waist as I try to balance
the weight on my already tired hips –
I lumber on to my tin-foil hootch
in Embassy Estates on the
the Republican Palace grounds…
It is late. I take a shower and
turn on Fox News,
the only station that works.
“In California today, Senator Clinton says
President Johnson was more important
than Dr. King to getting the Civil Rights Bill
passed.” Aw shit. White House better stay white.
I fall asleep while reading “Certain to Win,”
one of those Army War College texts
from the Strategic Studies Masters program
I was falling further and further behind in
with each passing Baghdad day.
2am. The witching hour.
Time for target practice.
I’m awakened by the sound
of the Duck and Cover alarm.
The concrete reinforced shelter is 100 meters
away from my tin-foil hootch –
100 meters as the crow flies…
Nope. I’ll sit this one out – and pray –
Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! The alarm
sounds. I hear people stumbling,
some drunkenly staggering –
to the safety of the shelter.
I shelter in place and
start my usual prayer
(I skip a lot of drills these days):
The Lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me ….
A mortar round flies over
the tin foil roof
of my tin foil hootch –
….lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me
beside the Still Waters….–
The round hits the nearby ground.
Maybe it is another dud.
I continue my prayer:
….He restoreth my soul —
It was not a dud.
But I pinch myself and
I am not dead.
I finish my prayer:
And I will dwell in the House of the Lord,
Back to sleep.
Tomorrow is another Baghdad day.
- 9 civilians killed, 34 injured in Baghdad last night (iraqinews.com)
- Policeman killed, 2 others injured western Baghdad (iraqinews.com)
- 13 killed in bomb blast at Sunni mosque in Baghdad (foxnews.com)
- Iraq: Blast at Sunni Mosque in Baghdad Kills 11 (abcnews.go.com)
- Suicide bomber attacks crowded café in northern Iraq killing at least 38 (telegraph.co.uk)
- Five killed in Iraq violence (vancouverdesi.com)
- Roadside bombs kill 14, injure 49 in Iraq (wdsu.com)