If World War One Was A Bar Fight. This Is Perfect.
It's essentially true. And it gave us the Lost Generation, killed millions, and set up things for World War II and beyond. We're still dealing with the mess, in some ways, especially if you throw colonialism into the mix.
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Showing posts with label Remembrance Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remembrance Day. Show all posts
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Monday, November 11, 2013
Taking a moment to remember
November 11th, Veteran's Day/Remembrance Day, and I am thankful for the men and women who have given so much for their country. My father spent several years in Southeast Asia during Vietnam, and spent 20 years in the Air Force. My maternal grandfather was at Iwo Jima in the Marines. Both my paternal grandfather and grandmother served during WWII as well, my grandmother as an Army nurse. I grew up with a clear sense of patriotism and respect for them and others like them. As much as I dislike war and wish we lived in a world without it, I respect the sacrifice of veterans (and of their families).
Friday, November 12, 2010
I know it was yesterday that we honoured the fallen, past, and present veterans
but I found this on another blog that I read, and I thought it was a fitting tribute, even a day late, especially for those whose sacrifices gave us this day as Veteran's/Remembrance/Armistice Day--those who fought the War to End All Wars.
PS In the comments, Bob suggested this, the Finbar Furey version of the same song. The video is very well done, and the singing chilling. I'm not sure which version I prefer, really. But they're both well worth a listen.
Furey's - Green Fields of France
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PS In the comments, Bob suggested this, the Finbar Furey version of the same song. The video is very well done, and the singing chilling. I'm not sure which version I prefer, really. But they're both well worth a listen.
Furey's - Green Fields of France
Uploaded by Lunethique. - Explore more music videos.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Time to sleep
The last couple of nights I've averaged 4-5 hours' sleep. I had about a 45 minute nap this afternoon after work. So even though there are several news stories I'd like to blog about, I'll have to defer to tomorrow.
Tonight is Old Samhain (the Celtic New Year, last harvest, and remembrance for the dead)--oh, and it's pronounced 'Sow (rhymes with 'cow')-un' rather than 'Sam-hane'. Tonight I need to leave an offering to my Patroness. I have a nice ripe pomegranate and some honey.
And it's Veteran's Day/Remembrance Day, too, of course. I am the grand-daughter of three World II veterans (my grandmother was also a veteran, a nurse in Europe who lost a kidney during her service. One grandfather was a Marine at Iwo Jima. Another was somewhere in the South Pacific, I believe. I never knew him) and the daughter of a Vietnam veteran/career Air Force non-commissioned officer.
For such a peace-oriented person, the military has always meant a lot to me. It's kind of like a second family--I spent many years of my childhood on Air Force bases around the country. (I unfortunately never got to live or visit outside of the US). And in my own way, I'm pretty patriotic. I really appreciate that the freedoms I have as an American citizen are being and were defended by men and women who have served their country.
On the radio this morning, the disc jockey talked about a young man she'd dated, who at 21 died in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War, only 6 weeks after he'd arrived.
There are many stories like his, and others of those who returned, some suffering physical and mental wounds, some changed beyond recognition. With a new war, there are plenty of veterans who need the funding and programmes to support their safety during service and their needs when they return home. So, thank you.
Kentucky has a beautiful Vietnam memorial in Frankfort that is a giant sundial. It was created by architect Helm Roberts. On the anniversary of each Kentucky soldier's death, the shadow of the gnomon falls on his or her name. The Herald-Leader had a nice story about it yesterday (Memorial built with sunshine and shadow). I don't think they keep the stories publicly available past seven days, but if you see this before that, check it out. They explain some of the process of how it works. Oh, and by the way, it happens to be on a wind-swept field next to the Kentucky Department for Libraries and Archives, where I worked as an intern one summer and became acquainted with the memorial.
Okay, I'm going to go make my offering and then go to sleep. Good night.
Tonight is Old Samhain (the Celtic New Year, last harvest, and remembrance for the dead)--oh, and it's pronounced 'Sow (rhymes with 'cow')-un' rather than 'Sam-hane'. Tonight I need to leave an offering to my Patroness. I have a nice ripe pomegranate and some honey.
And it's Veteran's Day/Remembrance Day, too, of course. I am the grand-daughter of three World II veterans (my grandmother was also a veteran, a nurse in Europe who lost a kidney during her service. One grandfather was a Marine at Iwo Jima. Another was somewhere in the South Pacific, I believe. I never knew him) and the daughter of a Vietnam veteran/career Air Force non-commissioned officer.
For such a peace-oriented person, the military has always meant a lot to me. It's kind of like a second family--I spent many years of my childhood on Air Force bases around the country. (I unfortunately never got to live or visit outside of the US). And in my own way, I'm pretty patriotic. I really appreciate that the freedoms I have as an American citizen are being and were defended by men and women who have served their country.
On the radio this morning, the disc jockey talked about a young man she'd dated, who at 21 died in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War, only 6 weeks after he'd arrived.
There are many stories like his, and others of those who returned, some suffering physical and mental wounds, some changed beyond recognition. With a new war, there are plenty of veterans who need the funding and programmes to support their safety during service and their needs when they return home. So, thank you.
Kentucky has a beautiful Vietnam memorial in Frankfort that is a giant sundial. It was created by architect Helm Roberts. On the anniversary of each Kentucky soldier's death, the shadow of the gnomon falls on his or her name. The Herald-Leader had a nice story about it yesterday (Memorial built with sunshine and shadow). I don't think they keep the stories publicly available past seven days, but if you see this before that, check it out. They explain some of the process of how it works. Oh, and by the way, it happens to be on a wind-swept field next to the Kentucky Department for Libraries and Archives, where I worked as an intern one summer and became acquainted with the memorial.
Okay, I'm going to go make my offering and then go to sleep. Good night.
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