>> I've gotten kind of annoyed then two days I've been --
here by--
Overflied by air force planes and guys are fooling around.
So I think I want to say some --
[ ? military songs ? ]
Ok?
[Inaudible] a free variation on a translation from the Greek, that poet Archilochus.
First sergeant.
And I don't know Greek but this is a kind of free variation on a translation.
In times of peace and good government, there is increase of fruits and ease,
the house spider tries to spin her web from the air raid helmet, to the gun in the closet
but quits at the sound of the morning vacuum cleaner.
The sound father keeps his weapons clean but locked away.
The afternoon is broad, the evening is a supper and nothing. At night
The ex sergeant can wake from honey hearted sleep and turn
to his own wife in his own bed for a change.
For solace against fears of death by normal attrition.
At 6 a.m., there are no cops knocking, his only problem, besides the major ones of love,
work and death, are noisy kids --
-- playing out in the street before breakfast and against the rules.
A joke occurs and their laughter starts, builds, and then goes
up like a prayer against the rules.
And for the time of peace and good government, in which it happens,
they could have lit the used Christmas tree.
It goes up in fire but burns invisibly in the clear morning air, while roaring.
Then, he goes to work again instead of war and the day stands as said.