Today is VE Day. Victory in Europe. We would have a very different world without both VE and VJ days. Most likely quite worse than the sorry mess we have in many places today. Ah, the bright side. In homage to those who died in WW2, in whatever capacity and on whatever side, and to those who survived and carry the burden of memories I dedicate this day's entry. War is ultimately about individuals, as any soldier will tell you.
The Book I Listened To
I Am...the Great... Santini
Dependable Legal Counsel
Mr. Arthur & Scout
1 Dog Is Missing
Also Assassinated!
The Unfortunate Family
A Different Kind of Union Jack
The Best Shoes Ever
Dunkirk Beach 1940
Comfort Food
Look Out, Axel
An Actor Always More Than Good
An Icon, To Be Sure
MG always focuses on the individual
Martin Gilbert's WW2 History
Capt. Benjamin L. Agler, 4th Div. AEF
Last Page of Anne Frank's Diary
J L-M
Signature & Seal of Samuel Pepys
Madame de Stael
Could Be Luigi
Get Crackin'
So Not Me on That Ladder
Most Important
Breakfast
Note Profusion of Ice Cubes
Elegant
Folly Beach
Whelks Found Here
Geography Refresher
When Did You Last Read This?
Hans Himself
I Made More Than This
Diablita
Farolitos
Ducky
Tom
Prettier Than the Real Thing
Photo by Margarita
Can You See the Bells?
Ambrosia
Answer Key
"They Sing As They March Along"
Art Institue of Chicago
Picnic Place
A Real Glass
Preserved Heat
Switzerland Bound
The Actual Bike
High Desert Pinon
In Homage
Where I Sit Typing
In Memoriam
Not Our #
Rescued Friend
Almost Me
Cap d'Antibes, c. 1925
Coyote Fence
Looking for G. O'Keeffe
Chimney Rock at Ghost Ranch
Rio Chama Twisty
1 comment:
It's interesting you should focus on the individual. My father's birthday is also today, and he was a marine during World War II. He enlisted as soon as he could at the age of 17, lied about his flat feet, picked up a gun and a duffel, and shipped out to China where he served through the end of the war and during the U.S. occupation afterward.
When the conversation turns toward that time, as it often does when the Bushmills is flowing, he doesn't speak of the bullets or the battles. He talks people. Lenny Barber who was one of his barracks mates; Col. Frisbee who offered rides to walking enlisted men and drove them himself; Ho who worked in the mess hall and turned them on to Chinese hooch, these are the punctuation marks of his tales. His focus is always on the people he knew. Afterall what is a time period but the creation of those who were there?
Cheers,
Corrigan
p.s. is it good enought to get me a freelance job with edible San Francisco.
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