Thoughts and reflections…


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For those of you who read my other blog – please note I’ve posted the conceptual boundary essay on my DocAndersen blog. I also managed to get the thoughts of Sandler Boggs done over the weekend, that book is now available in the Kindle Store.

Years ago I used to go to a place in Bloomington Indiana called the Daily Grind. They used to have open microphone night on Friday’s. A bunch of us would go and read our poem’s out loud to the audience. There was also a series that we did in the summers as part of the writing institute but that was a more academic setting. At the Daily Grind we could examine our inner poetic voice and not be concerned about reviews and what was said.

One of my friends read a poem once called “The Reflections of Genghis Khan” and while the words of that poem have slipped away into that God night, the title hasn’t. I’ve been thinking about that a bit as I finished the Sandler Boggs book. I realized that there are a number of interesting historical figures that it would be intriguing to hear their thoughts.  We have the thoughts of so many great thinkers and those who created great paintings with words. But what of histories characters that didn’t speak.

I thought about that for a bit and decided I would create my own personal view of what that voice might have been. Here is my first.

Reflections of a Roman Solider

“For the glory of Rome. Even though I have never been. It is so far away. Our captain has been. He wears the cloak of a Roman. All of us are jealous of him for he is a citizen and we are but soldiers. We went to war when I was 12. I carried my sword and my sergeants the first year. We were bound for a land they called Scotland. It was cold all the time, I was freezing. I remember being scared the first time we waded into battle. Arrows flying around me, my sword felt like a thousand pounds the boy in front of me, my enemy looked more scared than me but I killed him. My sergeant patted me on the back and said I was a good Roman solider. That was enough for me.”

 

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Scott Andersen

IASA Fellow

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