& move in all directions.

Military planes in strange
liveries — Hercules / Cargo-
masters /  helicopters. I weave
my way through khaki convoys
heading south down the highway —
& no doubt north though I have 
no call to go that way. The war 
games over, the Coalition of the 

Right/eous won. & so they should, 
since that is what this is all about. 
A formal forties war, with scales 
weighted in their direction, a P.R. 
exercise. & only themselves to fight
against. It is the only war they win.