Whoa now, easy on the adjectives Willy! I could hardly get through the first page, much less the 5 pages I ended up digesting. Perhaps this was a mood thing, but I found the writing beyond help and not worth the trouble. Gave up at page 5.
June 2003 Archives
Every imaginable vegetable carefully explored. I did not have time to read through this with the care I wanted to. For now, it is stranded, to be picked up at a later date, perhaps when I own it.
Although not listed by Verizon's phone directory, the Caffe Macaroni is alive and well on Columbus at Jackson. In fact, there's another Macaroni restaurant across the street, which wasn't listed either. We squeezed into a 2 person table and had the specials listed for us. A bottle of house cabernet sauvignon later, we'd downed a plate of penne and baked penne between us, as well as a salad and buttery soup: broccoli and potato. While the downstairs was cramped and small, several parties appeared at the swinging door and requested the upstairs room, which must be where the party is.
Who'd have thought that a book written by a Marine would be so ... good. The typical "military intelligence" oxymoron comes to mind, but this book was well written and smart. I'll be looking out for Swofford's future offerings.
Gulf war veteran describes boredom of seven months preparation for war and the disappointment of a week of actual war. Sand sand sand and pornography and girlfriends cheating and the childhood of a military brat moving around and the huge mistake it was to sign his life away at age 17 to the Marines. The friends and drinking and playing of poker, the marching and pushups and boot camp. Read it.