Tony,

It's the former.

BW

Colin

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Tony Hillier [SMTP:[log in to unmask]]
> Sent: Saturday, January 04, 2003 10:26 AM
> To:   [log in to unmask]
> Subject:      Re: newsub/gan
>
> is it?
>
> "the hand too amicably upon my thigh"
>
> or
>
> "the hand too, amicably on my thigh"
>
>
>
> thanks for the choice of thoughts
>
> Tony
>
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "D.C Bursey" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Saturday, January 04, 2003 6:01 AM
> Subject: Re: newsub/gan
>
>
> > Colin
> > I like this the images seem avoided,  left to my imagination
> > and that is a scary place sometimes
> > good reading
> > dc
> >
> >  shifted it around a bit suggestions only, to have or delete,
> > [=out, (= in
> >
> >
> > At the Mujahadeen base, Afghanistan 1989
> >
> >
> > I remember
> > the base where we stayed
> > [as] young observers
> >  learning about life,
> > the innocent stream
> > down from the hill
> > [and the] trees whose shade we lazed in
> > while we waited for events [to begin.]
> >
> > I remember
> > from the side of my eye
> > glancing a lone dog,
> > [large and] threadbare far off,
> > at night, when I went for water
> > [seeing it] across the stream,
> > watching long before I did,
> > [and] gone(,) when I saw him.
> >
> > [Only later ]when I thought back
> >  on youth and war,
> > like many things
> > seen afterwards
> > for what they are
> > did I realise it was a wolf
> > living on the margins
> > of its ravaged land.
> >
> > I remember
> > sitting in a truck,
> > among some fighting men,
> > the hand too
> > amicably on my thigh,
> > what[ I could] not [have] imagined then,
> > imagined now,
> > the proximity of the wolf's eye.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Dewar Colin [FVPC]" wrote:
> >
> > > At the Mujahadeen base, Afghanistan 1989
> > >
> > > I remember the base where we stayed
> > > as young observers learning about life,
> > > the innocent stream down from the hill
> > > and the trees whose shade we lazed in
> > > while we waited for events to begin.
> > >
> > > I remember from the side of my eye
> > > glancing a lone dog, large and threadbare far off,
> > > at night, when I went for water
> > > seeing it across the stream,
> > > watching long before I did,
> > > and gone when I saw him.
> > >
> > > Only later when I thought back on youth and war,
> > > like many things seen afterwards for what they are
> > > did I realise it was a wolf
> > > living on the margins of its ravaged land.
> > > I remember sitting in a truck, among some fighting men,
> > > the hand too amicably on my thigh,
> > > what I could not have imagined then, imagined now,
> > > the proximity of the wolf's eye.
> > >
> > > Colin
> >