Day 941

I remain at my post. I will not leave. I am here until the end.

Day 933

Who is this man of paunchy girth who sits behind his desk in air conditioned splendor in the capitol, calls himself a "CD", and "requests" that I take a home leave? Who is he? Has he ever felt the warmth of the soil or the radiant smiles of the children coming out of the pond? Has he ever walked barefoot in the dewy pre-dawn grass and beheld the wonder of the paddy? I am who I am. A man. A man bursting with love. Who are you, CD? Perhaps it is you who needs a "break".

Day 924

Is it possible to give too much of oneself? And yet, always, it is still not enough. I do what I can. The people (sometimes) smile for it.

Day 922

A German is not an American.

Day 920

What is the earthen pot, except the land journeying in a different vessel? What is a German, but an American born in another country?