Remember, friend, the tale of the Stark,
Her crew cut down without a single shot.
O weep, America! And kindly mark,
their blood, upon your flag, an angry blot.
OK, I totally call a Twin Ports Cringe Fest! Who's with me?
Anyway, I wrote a lot of sonnets that summer, but that one was probably the worst.
This summer is my Vietnam journalism summer. I finished Once Upon a Distant War by William Prochnau a couple weeks ago and loved it. I'm now plowing through Neil Sheehan's A Bright Shining Lie and if I finish it by August I'll tackle the Pentagon Papers next. Some people like fluffy fiction during the summer; I like heavier stuff. But I think I'll pass on the sonnets this time around.