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Departure

Departure DEPARTURE _ George Ella Lyon I watch the young Marine in line at lax, his pack on his back. What will its thirteen pockets hold? He kicks two huge duffle bags in front of him, freeman stenciled on everything, freeman engraved on dog tags around his neck. He could die in Iraq next week and think it's for me. I am letting him go. No freeman any more than I am freewoman. And his mother, who somewhere said goodbye to him, will live, somehow while he is gone, going to work, cooking her dinner, knowing death stands as close to him as I do, and she is helpless. She could throw out the phone, board up the windows, smash computer and tv, and still word, if sent, would find her. We share a country, yet my son goes to college, hers to war. A woman calls out, "Please have your ids ready." We move closer to the gate. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Departure

Lyon, George Ella
Appalachian Review , Volume 41 (1) – Apr 26, 2013
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DEPARTURE _ George Ella Lyon I watch the young Marine in line at lax, his pack on his back. What will its thirteen pockets hold? He kicks two huge duffle bags in front of him, freeman stenciled on everything, freeman engraved on dog tags around his neck. He could die in Iraq next week and think it's for me. I am letting him go. No freeman any more than I am freewoman. And his mother, who somewhere said goodbye to him, will live, somehow while he is gone, going to work, cooking her dinner, knowing death stands as close to him as I do, and she is helpless. She could throw out the phone, board up the windows, smash computer and tv, and still word, if sent, would find her. We share a country, yet my son goes to college, hers to war. A woman calls out, "Please have your ids ready." We move closer to the gate.

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Apr 26, 2013

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