We’re now at a point — with just under 18,000 made foul shots left to the halfway mark and 18 days until Veterans Day — that we need to average fewer than 1,000 a day to hit the mark. So that’s what we’ve been doing for the last few days … a thousand, a thousand, a thousand. And while the number (1,000) and setting (the driveway) has been consistent for the last few days, the performance level has varied widely. Friday morning, for example, it took us a very average hour and 14 minutes. Yesterday, staring into the sun on a great day for sailing or kites, it was a frustrating hour and 27 minutes. And this morning, with zero wind and an overcast day, it was a scorching pace — just under an hour and 7 minutes.
The other thing I wanted to mention this morning is that good buddy Ron Silliman recently recommended this read, from the November issue of The Atlantic. Click the photo to be linked to the story …
The piece is written by Brian Mockenhaupt, a former infantryman who is now a writer in Detroit. The reporting and writing are both stunning, and the takeaway for me is this: While most of us live comfortably in a place where the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan come through as sound bytes or reference points for political rhetoric, it’s their daily reality.
“… Gerhart sighed, cursed, then sucked in a deep breath. He hugged Knollinger. ‘If I don’t have any legs, don’t let them save me,’ he said, their faces close. Knollinger, seven other 82nd paratroopers, and one 101st soldier would be the quick-reaction force if the patrol found trouble. ‘I’m serious,’ Gerhart said.”
It reads like fiction, but it’s not.