A curious story of two deaths in Korea...

An item in today's version of The Washington Times tells a little-known story behind the movie Cease Fire!, which premiered in November 1953, some months after the cease-fire was signed. It concerns a man who died twice in one day.

The article closes with these words:

God chooses sides and commands us to do no less. The soldier is the epitome of this choice—a choice born of magnanimous, miraculous, meticulous love, with no expectation of return. For Ricardo, the war became what it becomes for all good soldiers. It wasn’t about communism, America or freedom. It was about those men he so loved, his “fellahs.” He went back to the front to be with them not because he had to but because he chose to.

The only fully mortal man to come close to comparing with a perfect gift of sacrifice is the warrior. Even with their own personal weaknesses, warriors achieve a type of selfless sacrifice that can only compare to godliness. They know that “greater love” isn’t measured by what you give but by what you give up for your friends. God bless the warriors—and forgive our treatment of them. Their vigilance is America’s only hope, for in the course of awful, painful, heartbreaking, glorious human events, they make the stands that cost their lives but save our souls.

Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Chugging through the day...

The kids and I were supposed to do something today, but Mathew was feeling not-so-good upon the family's return from Navajo Lake, so we decided to raincheck any activity, at least for a few days. It'd probably be good to do breakfast with Drew some morning.

The art translation is about 99% complete, but I cannot force myself to sit down and finish it today. Maybe tomorrow. The plate is otherwise clear.

If there's one thing worse than forgetting a password, it's having written one down incorrectly, as I apparently did a few months ago. Password entry fields ought to come with an option to allow you to see what's been typed, especially in cases where there is no hope, chance, or whiff of a hope or chance to reset a password unless you want to lose your data (as in the case of a Windows Home Server installation).

One day this week I shall have to go to Durango and deal in person with the DMV on behalf of Galina. That ought to be interesting, since the DMV quite vocally states it will have no truck with anyone but persons they take action against. I shall bring along the power-of-attorney that Galina and I paid good money for and see if it makes any difference (if it doesn't, it'll basically mean that POAs are only good if the party you're dealing with is inclined to accept them, which sort of limits their usefulness). However, even if they don't, I shall try to argue that even if they won't talk to me about Galina's case, they should at least listen silently to what I have to say to them about it.

That will probably kill most of a work day, leaving just over 3 work days in the week. The better part of one day will probably be devoted to cleaning this place (gotta do it at least once every two weeks, you know, whether the joint needs it or not). Invoicing, backups, and recordkeeping will probably whittle the remainder to 2 work days, and though I'm not terribly concerned about this month's billings, it's going to take one sackful of playing catch-up to recover from Q1, so I'm not exactly inclined to let work slip through my fingers.

So, I'm going to have to get mediaeval about watching my time. Things are going to start hopping pretty soon.

Cheers...