Originally posted by eatmybishopIt is cold and damp tonight. My threadbare wool coat does little to keep out the chill. Off in the distance, I hear the faint droan of allied bombers, followed by the load wail of the air raid siren.
did a red hawk ever really fly at midnight..?
must go now, been informed peirre will meet me at the far end of the railway, near the south bridge, when the lights go out for the air raid
Private Reynolds recalled Lucy's flowing locks and polka dot dress as he put pen to paper for perhaps the last time; the smell of blossom in the spring air, the smell of Mrs Porkings victoria sponge cake, the dancing till late; a time before hitler's dreadful war; how times change; enemy advancing, gunshot volume increasing; home was a long way from here
Muck. i have my foot stuck in some muck, and i can't get free. What to do. Guess that homemade apple pie will just have to wait, it sits there on the window sill staring at me. Practically laughing in my face, i can almost detect a distant sneer. Those songbirds are just laughing at me, or is it a warning? The call of the blue jay strikes deep, he is a friendly bird. His call warms the soul.
Originally posted by duecerBut then a thought flashed through his tired mind,
Home... a distant memeory, like out of a dream. apple pie cooling in the window, cool mornings under a warm blanket, laughter at the dinner table. Thinking about these things just made him more miserable.
"A cat may lead to darker things, but a bird is just too flighty".
His spirits lifted.....
...and i take off from germany...i am tasked to drop incendicaries on london...2 miles out from the english coast i drop my plane...i coast...i drop my bombs into the sea...my plane lands amid a throng of flashlights held by the coastal defense...i give up my plane..the war is over for me...i killed no one
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Originally posted by cheshirecatstevensWha!???? Lucky the bullet missed your changs!
Years after the war my son will ask me how I got shot in the back. Its then I will tell him of my cowardice. He will be too young to understand my how cowardice gave him his life, or how sometimes a man has to run away in order to stand for what he believes in.
GRANNY.
Dulce Et Decorum Est
(by Wilfred Owen, 1917)
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Originally posted by eldragonflyThat was mean of them to skip over your post like that. [I also hate it when apple pies stare, laugh, and sneer at me.]
Muck. i have my foot stuck in some muck, and i can't get free. What to do. Guess that homemade apple pie will just have to wait, it sits there on the window sill staring at me. Practically laughing in my face, i can almost detect a distant sneer. Those songbirds are just laughing at me, or is it a warning? The call of the blue jay strikes deep, he is a friendly bird. His call warms the soul.