Jesus Freaks, "The Apple" and Kent State - may 4, 1970. We were there.

 

The date? May 4, 1970. I claimed to be 11, but I was 10.

Kent State - "The Day the Music Died". We drove from Fort Wayne Indiana Oh, and I was there

American Pie - Long Version w Lyrics (1970)

Puff, puff pass - I was in back with the good sister R***, from Huntington of course. Catholic Royalty, all. My sister was 15, but even she wasn't crazy enough to pass a joint to a 10 year old. Man... I can smell the pachouli oil... the short miniskirts, thigh-high boots..... and this song blaring on the radio. WLYV of course.....

"For What it's Worth" (NSFW)

Well, later that afternoon, after I saw a girl's head damn near BLOWN OFF her body at Kent State - I had to learn to drive. Sister stayed behind to comfort the dead, and all the teens in the cars had taken a "mickey mouse stamp" of acid, when we pulled into the parking lot of the still smoldering corpse of the Kent State administration building.

Do you know what war sounds like? It isn't bombs, or bullets. It is the screams, the tumble and rush of the crowd, surging backwards as 80 boys and one shaking second lieutenant crested the hill. We held flowers - all of us.....

But the sound I remember was the ROAR the SILENT SCREAMING ROAR of a boy,

A boy... perhaps 19....holding his new bride.... and silently screming with open mouth... into the sky. As she died bloody in his arms.

I've been fighting war with a typewriter ever since. By 14, I had been published, and was on the road I'm nearing the end of - this day. This is the first Christmas in my 62 YEARS we haven't been shooting some stranger in the head.

I don't know the names of those Ohio boys with the M1 garand rifles,

I do know the 2nd Lieutenant killed himself 9 years later.

BUT i can tell you the names of every ONE of the families, the ancient dynasties.... that owned the company that made the BULLETS.

Pray for me, and especially pray for my daughter Lori. She's out of the Army now (a hero, like her grandfather, an officer and a Purdue Gentleman (ROTC) I'm SO proud of her.... but now suddenly, she is working for monsters.

I scream at the sky - and my voice is LOUD.

OH HELL NO.