Thursday, September 28, 2006

Day24. Camp Casey

The site is hard to describe not so much for its appearance, but for the feeling upon encountering it. It’s overwhelming. The landscape is pretty typical of this part of Texas- scrubby, flat, some small trees and the beginnings of a fence. In an open sunny space in front of a few tents at the back of the property is a small field of crosses. And a plaque. Seeing this site in the middle of open ranch country so close to Bush’s ranch was like getting punched. While listening to Jerry ring the bell and looking at the rows of little crosses, I realized how direct the connection is between a tolling bell and individual lives lost. It just happens. So they would like to have a bell there.

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