Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical
hermionesviolin

"Word" to various stuff.

anniesj has written her best Spike/Xander yet. (P.S. Dear, you should link to your other pieces in that entry -- either that or put them up on your site or index them in memories or something so people who missed them the first time around can read them. Because this is so not my pairing at all, but you just make it so perfect -- especially in this one.)

My mother, catching up on my LJ after a weekend in New Hampshire, wrote:
I was deligthed to read abotu you enjoying your essay writing. That's how I feel at work when we're doing something -- almost like a puzzle. And very much like a finished product. And I could never get how my daughter the writer never seemed to experience that. Yay! And, indeed, weird you haven't gotten that from Smith. If you bring that home with you, it's worth the $5000 bucks!
Also, um, they watched the video of the funeral of my grandfather, who was a POW in WWII, and one of the Vietnam vets read the following:
Final Inspection

The sailor stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass
"Step forward now, you sailor
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true"
The sailor squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays
And at times my talk was tough
And sometimes I've been violent
Because the world is awfully rough
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got too steep
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear
And sometimes,
God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears
If you've a place for me here, Lord
It needn't be so grand
I never expected or had too much
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the sailor waited quietly
For the judgement of his God,
"Step forward now, you sailor,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

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