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Simon Rodberg

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Description:From the low-lying areas around Eastern High School, from the projects near Potomac Ave., from the floods, they walked to what they knew was higher ground. They walked in silent shock. They did not consciously think of themselves as petitioning the government for a redress of grievances. But what right is more elementary, what more fundamental can a people expect from their government, than protection from the storm? When the wind lessened, military police from the 3rd Infantry’s First Battalion formed a perimeter around the U.S. Capitol, as they did around other sites in the city essential to national security or symbolism. Soldiers from all regions, young men of all creeds and colors, all volunteers, came together to defend their democratic institutions. Nervous, high-spirited after a night and morning cooped inside, gladder to be posted here than most of the other places in the conflict-sotted world they had been, they lined two deep with whispered jokes out of the hearing of superiors. As disciplined as 21-year-olds ever are. They were beautiful and dangerous. Up Pennsylvania Avenue, Independence Avenue, down Maryland Avenue. As the night came on, helpless citizens looked for shelter. From the heat, from the wet, from the smell, from maraud, impelled by the human urge to unify against the dark. To the dome, capacious, steadfast, beaconing in military-generated floodlights shining bright. Which surely would be secure, dry, refuge. The jokes among the troops stopped. Discipline ruled unchallenged. They stood straight. They did not look their fellow citizens—who formed much less disciplined ranks, whose uniforms did not match, who slouched and huddled—in the eyes. They followed orders. They were good soldiers. Commanding officers had bullhorns, and orders of their own. The state, any state, protects itself above all. It wasn’t the soldiers’ fault. Some who had walked themselves hopefully up the hill pleaded, and cajoled, and yelled. The lines of soldiers held. The bayonets stayed pointed high. Eventually the laggard and the luckless dispersed, some starting the long walk to the Convention Center, some headed back down into the muck. Disappearing, as the poor so often do. The soldiers allowed their resolutely distant eyes to watch the citizens departing. They did not allow emotion to interfere with duty. But their thoughts traveled as well, to their own faraway families, the mothers and fathers, the sons and daughters, the wives and girlfriends, grandparents, cousins, for whom they served. Wade in the water, children. God’s gonna trouble the water.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Swim. To get started finding Swim, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.

Pages: 290

Format: PDF, EPUB & Kindle Edition

Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

Release: 2013

ISBN: 1484956141

Description: From the low-lying areas around Eastern High School, from the projects near Potomac Ave., from the floods, they walked to what they knew was higher ground. They walked in silent shock. They did not consciously think of themselves as petitioning the government for a redress of grievances. But what right is more elementary, what more fundamental can a people expect from their government, than protection from the storm? When the wind lessened, military police from the 3rd Infantry’s First Battalion formed a perimeter around the U.S. Capitol, as they did around other sites in the city essential to national security or symbolism. Soldiers from all regions, young men of all creeds and colors, all volunteers, came together to defend their democratic institutions. Nervous, high-spirited after a night and morning cooped inside, gladder to be posted here than most of the other places in the conflict-sotted world they had been, they lined two deep with whispered jokes out of the hearing of superiors. As disciplined as 21-year-olds ever are. They were beautiful and dangerous. Up Pennsylvania Avenue, Independence Avenue, down Maryland Avenue. As the night came on, helpless citizens looked for shelter. From the heat, from the wet, from the smell, from maraud, impelled by the human urge to unify against the dark. To the dome, capacious, steadfast, beaconing in military-generated floodlights shining bright. Which surely would be secure, dry, refuge. The jokes among the troops stopped. Discipline ruled unchallenged. They stood straight. They did not look their fellow citizens—who formed much less disciplined ranks, whose uniforms did not match, who slouched and huddled—in the eyes. They followed orders. They were good soldiers. Commanding officers had bullhorns, and orders of their own. The state, any state, protects itself above all. It wasn’t the soldiers’ fault. Some who had walked themselves hopefully up the hill pleaded, and cajoled, and yelled. The lines of soldiers held. The bayonets stayed pointed high. Eventually the laggard and the luckless dispersed, some starting the long walk to the Convention Center, some headed back down into the muck. Disappearing, as the poor so often do. The soldiers allowed their resolutely distant eyes to watch the citizens departing. They did not allow emotion to interfere with duty. But their thoughts traveled as well, to their own faraway families, the mothers and fathers, the sons and daughters, the wives and girlfriends, grandparents, cousins, for whom they served. Wade in the water, children. God’s gonna trouble the water.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Swim. To get started finding Swim, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.

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