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2 Responses to “Creedance Clearwater Revival: Fortunate Son”
This song hit me as it always has – but especially today being the 41st ‘anniversary’ of me, unfortunate son, one of two smart brothers joining the navy so as not to go to Viet F’n Nam. After boot camp despite buddy system enticement me to Sidi Yahi, Morocco communication station, brother to Viet F’n Nam and all action all the time. Two years pass then together off East coast, Caribbean and Gitmo. Later, me in ’76 walking down the street in Norfolk VA seeing poster “We Carried the Rich For Two Hundred Years, Let’s Get Them Off Our Back” and hell yeah, join up and VVAW too. Down South to SC, working cotton mills. Became a burned out Jimmy H. What stuff between Roots on TV and Stop the Wars, Bush’s, and all of them! I must thank the military for being a teacher by negative example.
I remember reading a description of how the Indians used to wrap hot coals in moss and damp leaves and carry them for days to another place so they wouldn’t have to struggle starting another fire. It’s a good but hard thing to do.
Thanks for writing, James. You have concentrated a lot in those lines above.
Your close is thought-provoking:
“the Indians used to wrap hot coals in moss and damp leaves and carry them for days to another place so they wouldn’t have to struggle starting another fire. It’s a good but hard thing to do.”
That is our situation, in some ways. And a beautiful metaphor.
But we are not just enacting “fidelity to the fidelity” or the mechanical transporting inherited truths (old embers). We are also engaged in active reconception of new realities — development, application, critical examination.
james said
This song hit me as it always has – but especially today being the 41st ‘anniversary’ of me, unfortunate son, one of two smart brothers joining the navy so as not to go to Viet F’n Nam. After boot camp despite buddy system enticement me to Sidi Yahi, Morocco communication station, brother to Viet F’n Nam and all action all the time. Two years pass then together off East coast, Caribbean and Gitmo. Later, me in ’76 walking down the street in Norfolk VA seeing poster “We Carried the Rich For Two Hundred Years, Let’s Get Them Off Our Back” and hell yeah, join up and VVAW too. Down South to SC, working cotton mills. Became a burned out Jimmy H. What stuff between Roots on TV and Stop the Wars, Bush’s, and all of them! I must thank the military for being a teacher by negative example.
I remember reading a description of how the Indians used to wrap hot coals in moss and damp leaves and carry them for days to another place so they wouldn’t have to struggle starting another fire. It’s a good but hard thing to do.
Mike E said
Thanks for writing, James. You have concentrated a lot in those lines above.
Your close is thought-provoking:
That is our situation, in some ways. And a beautiful metaphor.
But we are not just enacting “fidelity to the fidelity” or the mechanical transporting inherited truths (old embers). We are also engaged in active reconception of new realities — development, application, critical examination.