A Navy Man

As I sit quietly, a Navy man sits with me as we talk about his experiences in that branch of the service.  As I see the military, I see the stories that are stored and told for generations.  There is flavor and flare, but a grounded sense of work with boundaries and others.  A midshipman may not understand the motive of an admiral, but it still exists as a ladder that can be seen as holy and divine.  One does not have to be patriotic to appreciate how military gets in one's veins and in one's life design.  I appreciate the appreciation, and know that my family chose us all to be a clock tower for these institutions.  Behind the scenes we guided what can be seen as an albatross, but actually exists as a hive of bees.  We will understand the intelligence that exists beneath it all soon enough.  Imagery has woven its way into the unconscious, and found me saluting the flag today while I listen to the heart beat of U.S. Marine Corps.  I will stay away from declaration today, but I will say that my empathic heart picks up that in this Navy man exists a writer who can define things that will help people learn about these traditions and descriptions.  Our conversation is casual, and the blood and guts will exist overseas, for now, around me.