i am remembrance

In Honor of My Father * Army National Guard

Company on the march William Kingston Squad Leader

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Be a Soldier My Son.pdf

Be a Soldier, My Son

Written in honor of a my father.

Being a Soldier Without Being a Soldier Written in honor of a Sergeant I knew.

Sergeant, defined as: "The "backbone" of the Army/Marines, sergeants are team or section leaders. They train soldiers on tasks, enforce standards, and maintain equipment."

Being a Soldier Without Being a Soldier.pdf

i am remembrance: the play series

My mother Arlene, visiting my father at Fort Knox during basic training on the rifle range.

I am writing a series of musical plays that incorporate philosophical dialogue with music, where the songs reflect the philosophical element in each act.

Each play has the same structure: The Spirit of Remembrance, dialogues with a particular character for specific reasons.

Currently, I am creating play about a soldier carving an unmarked stone by an unfilled grave. The soldier and the Spirit of Remembrance have a dialogue about duty, honor, country. They speak of remembering and not forgetting the soldiers of the past, etc. It is my plan that this could eventually generate money for veterans through performances.

THE NAME i am remembrance

First, for over thirty years I have written tributes, eulogies, remembrance pieces. I will be putting them together in a collection/book. My issue with remembering isn't about just "not" forgetting, it's about honor and capturing the essence of that person or cause.

The name “i am remembrance” is from a zen/poem I wrote over thirty years ago about the Holocaust, as well as, a play I wrote about the Warsaw Ghetto.

Here is the poem.

i am remembrance

Inspired by my dear friend, Alex Erhman, Holocaust Survivor

i am
blue and white striped
with a yellow star and a tattoo
of death

i
shower in fire
with my brothers hand in mine
he knows of no jew or catholic
muslim or christian
he knows only
that he wants to live

and i
i cannot comprehend
i cannot understand
i cannot forget what i have never known

i shovel the ashes of the death
with the "why" tearing at me
with the "why" burning me
with the "why" tattooed in the fire
of my mind
what have they known
but pain and suffering?
What have they become
but hunted and afraid
what will be left but ashes and debris
if they forget?

i wear the blue and white stripes of persecution
i shovel the ashes of the dead
i carry the tomorrows
that were burned
the hopes
that were shot
the dreams
that will never be
and i am a prisoner to what i have never known to the gate of that eternal night

born to chains, born to suffer
born to 1000's of years
of containment
exclusion
restriction

haunted by the agony
of the dead
and
the guilt
of the living

i am
remembrance

forsake me not
for it is the doom of man
that he forgets

(c) 1993 Eric Sander Kingston

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