Austin, TX (PRWEB) January 16, 2006
Although "Letters from The L.O.M. & Songs of the Women of The L.O.M." is his introduction into the literary industry, his only concern now is if it may be too challenging for his targeted young audience. Author Otradom PeloGo therefore stops before going on; taking the time and effort and creating a less explicit version and calling it "Letters from The L.O.M. / Volume I" and adding definitions after some of the longer pieces of his work, which he thinks will act as an invitation to continue reading for the those younger than himself while challenging them also.
He also changed the cover; making it even more inviting by adding pictures of children on the cover from America, Asia and the Middle East surrounding a picture of a woman in the midst; (ironically enough, his mother) giving it the family and ecumenical aura which he tries to convey inside of the cover.
“I was listening to a Luther Vandrose CD as the sun was setting on a warm and clear Taji evening, being part of a dichotomous trek of being in the midst of the post-war venture there in Iraq. I went to the MWR and logged onto the computer and read the latest of the news where they had just taken hostages; US and Japanese soldiers and several convoy truck drivers from Pakistan, India, Turkey and I think a few other countries that were part of the coalition there at that time. We passed through several places that they call hotspots throughout Iraq; places that are more likely to bring on ambushes, sniper fire or IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices, / improvised bombs made from whatever they can use, from C4 if possible to artillery shells). We went there with a military convoy and shortly after getting there, fighting broke out; convoys, even that I was with, were hit, and thus we; the Red Cross, had been on lockdown for almost a week. Yet everyday that we drove through the streets with helmet and bullet proof vest and gun-trucks as escorts, there were always people on the sidewalks, coming from the schools, work places, etc., that stopped to acknowledge what was happening; the positive side of what was happening; thus knowing, even from what I read in the books on the Middle East, that as many that are out there, welcome those who are trying to help them build a new and better Iraq."
"I was looking out the window over into a courtyard in a housing complex; there is a fence that’s separating the yard from the road where there was a little boy standing on the outside of it, waving at us as we drove by. Sometimes we would throw candy to the children, though they usually told us not to, but it’s one of those things that’s sometimes hard to resist; a group of exhilarated and smiling faces of innocent children."
"A lot of times the children will stand there on side of the road and wave, half of the times hoping that we will throw candy to them or whatever we can spare, and the other times, sometimes just the excitement of seeing someone, as we say, other than ourselves, and the novelty of it is an experience within itself. The little boy was about seven or eight years old, who may have been out there each time that we passed by, for all of the above reasons; the candy, the novelty, seeing what‘s going on, etc., and I could see on the other side of the fence, a few paces behind him that there was a little girl, about one or two years younger than the little boy was, dressed in a pretty little dress, standing behind her older brother as we approached. By this time we were driving much slower as we were preparing to drive into the driveway at the end of the building next to where they lived. As we were approaching about ten or twenty feet from the young boy, he walks up to the edge of the road and waves and says hello as we pass by him, and we wave back, throwing candy and hoping for the best, and as we are now approaching his little sister; she is about five or ten paces behind him, as I said, on the other side of the fence, and just before our car gets in front of her, she crawls under the fence and stands there on side of the little boy and begins to wave; the whole event caught me and everyone else by surprise as we waved and passed by. And as I lay in bed that night thinking about it, I couldn’t help but think about the humility, hope, love and inspiration that child exhibited without knowing it." (The Iraqi People)
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