At this time when we are in a military situation.
I’m not going to comment pro or con as to the political purpose ... the improvement of life quality or the loss of life.
What I would like to mention, in passing, is that with so many of our military personal away, there is a situation of a different sort. Let’s call it the Surrogate courtship.
Boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends and wives have all been call away. This has left a void in the lives of both those away and those that are left at home. This void is often filled by surrogates. We all have single friends that we count on each day. But when our loved ones go away … these people become more … at least for the moment.
More then the sum total of what they have ever been before.
I’m not referring to some of the less desirable individuals amongst us that believe that when your significant other is more than just down the street, it all good to find any person whom will give you the attention you desire … Which is often reciprocated by their significant other in return.
No. I’m referring to the many whom wake everyday with the love of person far away.
Sometimes this love becomes a calling an on going day-to-day obsession, not with love for the person who’s far from home. It becomes a love for the image … the icon of the person. You believe they are spending every wakening moment thinking of you … so the ghost of this person haunts you. You’re wanting to make it more real then when they where here. And yet .. like all of us, you need a friend here.
Enter stage left the surrogate.
This is the best of all worlds. You have someone by your side and someone, whom in your mind, dreams of you ! every moment in time although they’re so very far away. Some day they will come home.
The need of this friend will be gone, and life will be every bit as perfect as it is in your dreams .. your icon obsessed .. non-reality based, dreams. Dreams of a person whom has not only grow separate from you, but most likely had a surrogate of their own.

We shall digress …
While the icon is away .. you made your peace with it, by take your surrogate with you to lunch, you went shopping with this new … do I dare say ‘Love’… only they can’t be .. cause you have a valiant knight just over the horizon .. fighting injustice so that he might come home a top his mighty stead and carry you off to the castle.
The only part of that dream that is true is the horseshit.
Your knight ain't real .. he’s an image an icon you’ve made up for yourself to get you through the dark nights.
Hence the surrogate that you deny a real relationship with. It’s usually a single friend that you’ve kept around for just such an occasion. Sort of.
I’m not saying it right .. I’m saying it happens …
Sometimes it’s a straight dive into bed a torrid affair that leaves your surrogate receiving mixed messages and you fighting your own fears of failure, afraid you’re not living up to the image that you’re created of yourself standing by your love through no matter what.
Sometimes it’s a slow dance around each other like your sizing each other up .. for future use. And that’s pretty much what it often is. This dance comes with a price of confusing on both parties part .. and a creeping feeling of dishonesty and distain for yourself, your place in life and for the situations that brought you here … and yet … your surrogate is the focus of your attention all the same.
You read the emails from the far away love… respond to same with the ‘I love you’ and you mean every bit of every word you’re writing …
…. except.. then you go on what can only be described as a date.
Yes it’s time you took that man of your .. err I mean your surrogate and get his haircut. You know how you want it to look. Then you’ll go shopping.
You’re not his girlfriend. You have a boyfriend. He’s Atlas with better intentions. You have to be faithful to him … or you will have failed.

A this moment you need to ask yourself.
Am I living a lie in the sense that I’m waiting for someone that doesn’t really exist to come home?
Am I just reeling along someone whom I’ll never be with fully ?
Should I let go ?
Should I hold on ?
Should I believe the iconic dream I’ve devised ?
Should a be a shamed of myself ?
Should I just go home alone ?
It’s about shelter. Would you rather live in the fantasy? … or wakeup to the reality ?

Today my words are so familiar… they will change an ever changing world.
Maybe in a whisper .. Maybe in a scream.