Lightning Crashes...

Today has been a tough one, and there are still 6 hours left to go. It started out wrong this morning whenever I poured sour milk in my cereal, without realizing that it had soured. Even though today was the sell-by date, I still expect to be able to enjoy the milk on that date. On my way to work, Kase called me and told me that she had left her keys in my glove-box, so I had to exit the highway and turn back. It was ok, because I was heading in early to finish (read: start) some homework. Even though I had to return home and start again, I made it to school with time to spare to complete my homework. My morning had made it in to my homework, as it was an assignment to write about anything.
The morning went ok. We got out a few minutes early for lunch, so I went back home to get Ollie to take her to the groomers, and grabbed some work-out clothes for this afternoon. On my way back to school, the song Lightning Crashes came on the radio. Here’s where it gets difficult:
I had a good friend named Jaime Mckalsky a few years ago, when I was here in Monterey studying Russian. She was a cool chick, a couple of years older than me. She was from Minnesota. She had dated my friend, and fellow classmate, M. Harper, and they were both in the Army. She and I were pretty close, in the fact that we had daily interaction in the classroom. On one of our class picnics at Veteran’s Park, Zachar, another classmate, and I were playing our guitars, and she asked if I knew anything by Live. I started playing Lightning Crashes, and Jaime was happy.
After my bike accident took me out of that class, I didn’t see much of Jaime anymore. Whenever we crossed paths, we’d ask how class was going, and that was pretty much it. A few months later, we went our separate ways and I lived and worked in San Antonio.
Jaime died in Afghanistan in October, 2003. I didn’t find this out today, but about a year and a half ago. I know that it’s silly to be writing about it now, and I probably sound a lot like Walter, but damn it, Jaime was a cool chick. She was killed in Afghanistan as she was inspecting a car, with people in it, as it blew up. I don’t want to cheapen it by adding some agenda like ‘she died doing the right thing’ or ‘she was the Nth soldier killed in the war on terror.’ She’s not a statistic. She was a cool chick. She did a great Frau Farbissina from Austin Powers. You’d laugh. Although she was single, she had a family who loved her. She has friends who mourn her loss, and who will never forget her. Jaime was a cool chick.

Lightning crashes
A new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor

The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can
Even close the door

Lightning crashes
An old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor

The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now to the
Baby down the hall

Oh, now feel it
Coming back again
Like a rolling thunder
Chasing the wind
Forces pulling from the
Center of the earth again
I can feel it

Lightning crashes
A new mother cries
This moment she`s
Been waiting for

The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored eyes
Presents the circle
Puts the glory out to hide, hide

Oh, now feel it
Coming back again
Like a rolling thunder
Chasing the wind
Forces pulling from the
Center of the earth again
I can feel it, I can feel it

I can feel it
Coming back again
Like a rolling thunder
Chasing the wind
Forces pulling from the
Center of the earth again
I can feel it