At night the water is warm. Tomorrow binoculars and thermometers.

June 21-23, 2010.  Day 2-3...if you have read this far, you must have some curiosity or  the same questions as I, doubts, truths and answers --or you're reporting back.  So many questions that I dont even think They have pondered upon.  Thinking, remembering.  In the three days I have lived here on this coast... I bury my soul in these words.  Forgive them for they know not what they do. Who is leading us and its obvious that the safety team is oh so relaxed.  I feel blinded by a light that I have fallen into a trance...



**corrects.it-on**  8 or so helicopters have flown above me daily, not duplicating themselves...one huge Coast Guard plane- There has been much more air traffice than this.  Maybe its normal. I am here, witnessing.  A species of few on this earth.  Will they take care of .\with an open underside gate, and a private plane twice.
   Men ride the beach in gators and fluorescent vests with duct taped waterproof boots. They are hired privately by the beaches.   They are hired privately by the beaches with the red x's.


 Possibly more.


  The question of the day is "What was the purpose of that Coast Guard plane"?  Where were they going and what are they carrying/releasing.  Why.? What is the mission.?  It is my duty to know these answers as it is yours.  They fly their flag so high but do not remember how precious life is.  Can they be discharged if refusing to morally agree on a mission?   Who is this McChrystal Guy?  Npr today reported nearly as many American troops have committed suicide this year as have been killed in combat in Afghanistan. 
    The sunburn on my lower legs, i begin to wonder.  My feet seemed buried, not to mention.  I did fall asleep with the umbrella allowing only them to be exposed by the sun.  The water.  The air.

Were they releasing Corexit today, and if so-??  This is a label found via www.  I am not sure if it is legit or not.

This is a war and we are the people.  If I have questions, so do the rest of the neighbors and the community. Where are the voices. The shouts and the echoes.  ?
     I remember on this night, I felt like a child that day, or a soldier with a helmet.  Time moved entirely slow because I am taken back to that moment in my mind.  But like in a movie that moment he lays in a field, hopeless to find your commander, your chief and your family.    Who are they and what are the values of our lives they have allowed us to eat from this soup?  Do they play on our team and what are the soldiers preparing to do.?   that first day -just out of the blue, lost. Expressed.

Scrabble tonight.  "Cete"- a group of badgers.


The flag was green yesterday. Today yellow tells us the sea is not so calm.  Are there many other colors because I hope so.
Because this life is changing.   They burn and tell us they are cleaning up...
This evening we hunted for crabs in a child's net.   Babies.  Feeding fish and those crab like sand flea creatures.  Clams rising and falling to and from the sand.   Waters warm and  no air traffic.  In the horizon above the water there is a light in the shape of grids. The moon shines above the Gulf of Mexico and it seems as though the eternal glow is a cycle for the the waves communicate.
Tents.


They feed the Sea like they prescribe the nation.  Tests and experiments knowing not the results because of the lack of testing.     http://www.saunderslawyers.com/practice-areas/harmful-drugs/zicam-lawsuit/zicam-side-effects.html