Yesterday I watched Letters from Iwo Jima, the Clint Eastwood movie. I’ll be watching the companion film, Flags of Our Fathers soon.
There is so much to be said about a movie like this. I think about the danger of accepting cultural values blindly. The unexamined lives we live cause so much needless loss. What defines heroism? Courage? Hope? Faith?
I think after I’ve seen the second of the Eastwood films, I’ll agree even more with the bumper sticker I saw the other day: “I’m against the next war, too.”
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “yesterday.”
First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice 
Yesterday I saw the moonrise. Actually, the moon was right there in the sky , as it always was, waiting for the sun to set. So , what I actually saw was the sun set, and the darkness descend . It was transient and fragile, like seeing a flower bloom in slow motion. The fluttering of a butterfly wing, a baby heartbeat, the smell of moist dust in the rain, and of rice ripening in the fields in the autumn.