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EAST B'MORE, EAST ASIA PART II

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HEY BOYS, GUESS WHAT? WEAVER'S MAMA SENT US SOME COOKIES! MY TRAINING IN THE ART OF WAR AT FT. LEONARD WOOD, MISSOURI
 -by Afaa Michael Weaver 蔚雅風 
Twitter:  @Afaa_Weaver                                                                                                   a poetic affirming tradition with a faith in transcendence

The Winter of My Discontent: When I went into the steel mill, I also managed to get myself accepted in the U.S. Army Reserves. It was not easy because the only unit available in Baltimore was the 342nd Army Security Agency, which was Army intelligence. I had to obtain a top secret clearance from the F.B.I. Their agents started going through my life to determine if I was someone they could trust with the nation's security. I secured it, and I was shipped out in December of 1970, just three days after my wedding. I left my wife to live with my parents and wait for the birth of our first child while I went off to be trained in the fine art of making mayhem and ki…

EAST B'MORE, EAST ASIA - Part 1

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The Bethlehem Steel Plant in Sparrows Point Maryland

My Lucky Book of Dreams                                                                            -by Afaa Michael Weaver 蔚雅風                                                                   a poetic rooted in the ordinary and driven by a faith in transcendence
also see Word Factory and The Plum Flower Trilogy

         Eighteen year old boys are called men for matters of convenience, such as to justify their acceptance as soldiers by the military. We are, after all, about as strong as we will ever be, naturally strong. It's as if we are in full blossom, one that lasts until our mid-twenties. It's a time when we feel invincible but also full of fears at times. We are, in many cases, afraid we will not be perceived as men, and most of what we know about what that means involves some kind of courage. Well, it was that way for me, at least. I also thought I could plan my life and life would comply. After all, I was exerting my well-…