Photos: Saw Your Stones

From Saw YOur Stones (This photos to remember the death of Major Andrew Olmsted, blogger who has been killed in Iraq combat field.) Foto ini untuk mengenang kematian Mayor Andrew Olmsted, seorang blogger yang tewas di medan tempur Irak.

"Believe it or not, one of the things I will miss most is not being able to blog any longer. The ability to put my thoughts on (virtual) paper and put them where people can read and respond …, even if most people who have read my writings haven't agreed...” (Major Andre Olmsted)

From Sleep

OLMSTED, who began writing for the News on May 21 and described himself as a libertarian, had written what he called "Final Post" about his death. He asked a friend to post it on his Web site AndrewOlmsted.com if he died in Iraq.
In it, Olmsted, 37, warned against making his death an argument for or against the war.
"My life isn't a chit to be used to bludgeon people to silence on either side," he wrote. "I have my own opinions about what we should do about Iraq, but since I'm not around to expound on them I'd prefer others not try and use me as some kind of moral capital to support a position I probably didn't support."
News Editor John Temple said. "The major was a brave man who obviously thrived on sharing his experiences and thoughts on his blog. He provided a perspective on Iraq that would have been impossible for a journalist.
The Department of Defense said Olmsted were assigned to the Military Transition Team, 1st Brigade, 1st Infantry Division at Fort Riley, Kan. Olmsted leaves behind his wife of 10 years, Amanda Wilson, of Colorado Springs.

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From Sendiri

BOSS, WE SAW YOUR STONES
Poem by T. WIJAYA
Tranlated: Nikmah Sarjono

Getting Married after taking a bath, Boss, we saw your stones, that have piled up in the history of the rice. And Qomar saw them. The sawdust of the cest. There are 50.050.000 of your children were released in the streets. We got married, Boss. Then we will sew mother’s socks and diliver spoon and forks to all your countries. Warehouses were burnt. Boss, we got married. Run out of sugar and dried ester-c. A. fissured map. Sour rivers. But Boss, we still saw your stones. And nobody knows that the ships have craseshed into mountain, also when your sharks were flying above the dining table. Us, Boss, keep sawing your stones. The sawdust of the chest. Acun attends at the wedding. His tie has became longer. Longer, Boss. Just like your daddy’s prayer, Boss. We keep on sawing your stones. The sawdust of the chest.
(1995)

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