In memoriam: a tipi and a garden, I
[ by Charles Cameron — Memorial Day, USA ]
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1. The tipi:
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Inside the night, Afghanistan; in Arghandab, Afghanistan, a small American army base; inside the base beside the chapel a tipi; within the tipi photos of the fallen, cigarettes, an open bible, strong bonds, strong memories.
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If you look closely, you will see cigarettes offered in front of the photos of the 21 members of 1-17th Infantry Battalion, 5th Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division who had died here at the time Michael Yon, himself a former Green Beret turned warzone photojournalist, took the series of photos from which these two are taken – and which I urge you to visit this Memorial Day:
Soldiers put cigarettes in front of each photo, though they say that many of the fallen did not smoke.
Kanani Fong, friend of this blog, quotes a Blackfoot warrior’s poem in her comment on Michael Yon’s post:
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
I don’t think a church bureaucracy has the insight yet, in these non-smoker times, to call a cigarette a sacrament – yet there’s something sacramental about the friendship that comes with the giving of a cigarette to a fellow soldier, wounded and dying. And to my Lakota friends tobacco is a sacrament: a tobacco offering, ground pushing upward into sky, a prayer.
The buffalo too are sacred to the Lakota: it was White Buffalo Calf Woman who brought them the sacred Pipe.
I ask that you visit Michael Yon’s site, and make a small donation to help him keep up the work he’s doing. Just this month he was in Burma.
The bible is open to Psalm 31, verse 5:
Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.
May 29th, 2012 at 2:28 pm
.. prairie prayers, used to call ’em ..