I saw a guy in high school industrial arts cut a perfect 90 degree arc with a table saw. It flung the two foot square wood frisbee style across the shop, where it chipped the cinder block wall. Id love to have that recorded on camera.
I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.