Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
—Horace Smith.


So apparently the line "Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" isn't actually part of this poem. Damn.
It's part of this one, by Shelly.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away
-Percy Shelley


Start welding next week
bone scan on monday: it hurts to stand
looking into MMA. If my leg can take it.
Big-ass test tomorrow.
We had Thanksgiving Dinner today, served by our Commander:
How many branches get served food by their Senior Commanding Officer?
Mom and dad are sending venison, ribeye and veal steaks, venison sausage and smoked salmon. I'm excited.

time for bed. It's long overdue.
buenos noches