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Arts & Humanities The Things That Make You Sad Thread
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Don't be ridiculous. Our "justice" system is farcical to say the least.
This. My grandfather wrote it in 1982.
He was captured and subsequently, became a POW in Italy. The piece below was penned back in '82, and the bullet he writes about hitting him was unable to be removed, which then became cancerous, and ultimately lead to his death.
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A British Tummy.
A BRIEF WAR DIARY AS A P.O.W.
IT’S 5TH JUNE ’82, AND IN TIME I’M LOOKING BACK,
ON THE SAME DAY IN ’42, WHEN IN AMONG THE FLACK,
THEN ON RUN IN DESERT PLAIN WE STRUGGLED WITH THE WRECK,
OF WHAT WAS LEFT OF OUR ARMOURY, WHEN I GOT HIT IN THE NECK.
. . .
A GERRY BULLET ALMOST SPENT, FOUND IT’S MARK ON ME,
THEN I DROPPED DOWN AND MANAGED TO STAY ON ONE KNEE,
BUT NOT FOR LONG HOWEVER, TILL I TUMBLED TO THE GROUND,
AND REALISED IN MOMENTS I WAS WELL AND TRULY DOWNED
. . .
THE FEELING OF PARALYSIS TRAVELED UPWARD TO MY CHEST,
AND IN MY CONSCIOUS MOMENTS, I THOUGHT NOW HOW BEST,
DO I DOPE WITH THIS SITUATION WHICH I KNEW I COULD NOT RIGHT,
WITHIN ME REALISING THAT NOW I COULD NOT FIGHT.
. . .
I LAY WITH SOME FRUSTRATION, KNOWING I COULD NOT RISE,
IT GAVE ME SUCH A SINKING FEELING WONDERING HOW TO GUISE
MYSELF FROM ONCOMING GERRY TANKS,
WHO WERE SWEEPING DOWN THE PLAINS VIRTUALLY IN BANKS.
. . .
WHEN “D” COY. CAPTAIN APPEARED AND ASKED WHERE I’D BEEN HIT,
ON TELLING HIM, HE STRIPPED ME OF WHAT WE CALL “SMALL KIT,”
AND LIFTED ME ON HIS SHOULDER CARRYING ME ALOFT,
BUT AFTER A WHILE HE PUT ME DOWN AND MADE FOR THE “R.A.” POST.
. . .
HE LEFT HIS “BATMAN” WITH ME, AND UNDER THE MORNING SUN
WE DRANK THE “BATMAN’S” UNSWEETENED MILK TO GIVE OUR THIRST A RUN,
AN HOUR OR SO HE SPENT WITH ME, BUT NO ONE NOW IN SIGHT,
HE LEFT ME FOR THE “R.A” POST, SAYING I’D BE ALRIGHT.
. . .
I LAY AWHILE JUST WONDERING HOW LONG IT WELL MAY BE,
BEFORE SOME SOLDIERS “OURS” OR “THEIRS” WOULD SET THEIR EYS ON ME,
WHEN EVENTUALLY A GERRY TANK, A HUGE GREY M.K.L.
CAME BOUNDING ON; ME WONDERING, IS THIS THE FINAL HOUR.
. . .
THE GERRY TANK COMMANDER IN A FLOW OF PERFECT ENGLISH,
SAID FOR YOU THE WAR IS OVER AND AMIDST MY ANGUISH,
ASKED ME DID I THINK I COULD SMOKE A CIGARETTE,
AND I REPLIED “YES PLEASE,” KNOWING I’M NOT IN SHOCK JUST YET.
. . .
AND LATER IN A GERRY “OBSERVATION CAR,”
I WAS TAKEN WELL BEHIND “THEIR” LINES AND I KNEW I WAS SO FAR,
FROM ALL THE “H.L.T” BOYS WHO BY THEIR VERY GRIT,
IN SPITE OF ALL THE ODDS THAT DAY, HAD SHOWN THEIR FIGHTING SPIRIT.
. . .
THE GERRY TROOPS WHO CAPTURED ME SHOWED COURTESY AND CARE,
AND WHILE THEY WERE OUR ENEMY, IT WOULD BE ONLY FAIR,
TO CREDIT THEM WITH FEELING FOR A FELLOW SOLDIER BEAT,
FOR WAR IS SUCH A HAZARD, ESPECIALLY IN RETREAT.
. . .
THAT NIGHT WAS SPENT IN A GERRY RED CROSS CAR,
WITH A GERRY LYING ABOVE ME, BOTH CASUALTIES OF WAR,
OUR NEEDS LOOKED AFTER BY HIS TWO SOLDIER MATES,
THEN MORNING DAWNED AND OFF I WENT WITH OTHERS, TO OUR FATES.
. . .
A PRISONER OF WAR WITH MANY MORE BESIDES,
NOT KNOWING HOW LONG FOR, BUT WE TOOK IT IN OUR STRIDES,
AND SENT BY SHIP TO ITALY, THE ITALIANS GUESTS TO BE,
TO REALISE JUST ALL TOO SOON, THAT THIS WOULD BE NO “SPREE”.
. . .
ALTHOUGH NOT BADLY TREATED, ITALY WAS SHORT OF FOOD,
AND FOR BODIES NEEDING NOURISHED, MADE US ONLY BROOD,
FOR WHILE OUR CAPTORS DID THEIR BEST WITH CARE AND MEDICATION,
THE FIRST THREE MONTHS WE SUFFERED WITH ACUTE HUNGER AND FRUSTRATION.
. . .
THEN “HAPPY DAY”, ONE SATURDAY, RED CROSS FOOD PARCELS GIVEN OUT,
TWO, TO SHARE A PARCEL, OUR HUNGER NOW TO ROUT,
TO FEEL YOU’VE HAD A FILLING MEAL AND KNOW THAT MORE IS THERE,
THIS, YOU HAVE TO LIVE THROUGH, TO KNOW, THAT NOTHING CAN COMPARE.
. . .
FROM THIS DAY ON, OUR SPIRITS OF COURSE WERE LIFTED,
IN THE SITUATION WE WERE IN, OUR THOUGHTS SO OFTEN DRIFTED,
TO OUR LOVED ONES AT HOME WHO KNEW NOTHING OF OUR FLIGHT,
FOR “MISSING-BELIEVED KILLED” THE WAR-OFFICE WAS TO WRITE.
. . .
THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE, THERE’S SO MUCH MORE TO TELL,
BUT ONE WOULD NEED A BOOK OR MANUSCRIPT TO DWELL,
ON THE INJURED THE TROOPS SUSTAINED, TO LINGER AND TO STAY, A MEMORY FRO ALL TIME, OF A DARK AND GLOOMY DAY.
. . .
THOUGH I'VE PENNED THESE LINES REMEMBERING A FIENDISH GHASTLY WAR,
I'VE LOOKED BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND THOUGHT “WHATEVER FOR”,
THE FUTILITY OF SUCH A COURSE, SHOULD MAKE OUR GOVERNMENTS PONDER,
FOR ASK YOURSELF, “IS ANYTHING SOLVED”, I LEAVE YOU THEN TO WONDER.
. . .
He was captured and subsequently, became a POW in Italy. The piece below was penned back in '82, and the bullet he writes about hitting him was unable to be removed, which then became cancerous, and ultimately lead to his death.
-----
A British Tummy.
A BRIEF WAR DIARY AS A P.O.W.
IT’S 5TH JUNE ’82, AND IN TIME I’M LOOKING BACK,
ON THE SAME DAY IN ’42, WHEN IN AMONG THE FLACK,
THEN ON RUN IN DESERT PLAIN WE STRUGGLED WITH THE WRECK,
OF WHAT WAS LEFT OF OUR ARMOURY, WHEN I GOT HIT IN THE NECK.
. . .
A GERRY BULLET ALMOST SPENT, FOUND IT’S MARK ON ME,
THEN I DROPPED DOWN AND MANAGED TO STAY ON ONE KNEE,
BUT NOT FOR LONG HOWEVER, TILL I TUMBLED TO THE GROUND,
AND REALISED IN MOMENTS I WAS WELL AND TRULY DOWNED
. . .
THE FEELING OF PARALYSIS TRAVELED UPWARD TO MY CHEST,
AND IN MY CONSCIOUS MOMENTS, I THOUGHT NOW HOW BEST,
DO I DOPE WITH THIS SITUATION WHICH I KNEW I COULD NOT RIGHT,
WITHIN ME REALISING THAT NOW I COULD NOT FIGHT.
. . .
I LAY WITH SOME FRUSTRATION, KNOWING I COULD NOT RISE,
IT GAVE ME SUCH A SINKING FEELING WONDERING HOW TO GUISE
MYSELF FROM ONCOMING GERRY TANKS,
WHO WERE SWEEPING DOWN THE PLAINS VIRTUALLY IN BANKS.
. . .
WHEN “D” COY. CAPTAIN APPEARED AND ASKED WHERE I’D BEEN HIT,
ON TELLING HIM, HE STRIPPED ME OF WHAT WE CALL “SMALL KIT,”
AND LIFTED ME ON HIS SHOULDER CARRYING ME ALOFT,
BUT AFTER A WHILE HE PUT ME DOWN AND MADE FOR THE “R.A.” POST.
. . .
HE LEFT HIS “BATMAN” WITH ME, AND UNDER THE MORNING SUN
WE DRANK THE “BATMAN’S” UNSWEETENED MILK TO GIVE OUR THIRST A RUN,
AN HOUR OR SO HE SPENT WITH ME, BUT NO ONE NOW IN SIGHT,
HE LEFT ME FOR THE “R.A” POST, SAYING I’D BE ALRIGHT.
. . .
I LAY AWHILE JUST WONDERING HOW LONG IT WELL MAY BE,
BEFORE SOME SOLDIERS “OURS” OR “THEIRS” WOULD SET THEIR EYS ON ME,
WHEN EVENTUALLY A GERRY TANK, A HUGE GREY M.K.L.
CAME BOUNDING ON; ME WONDERING, IS THIS THE FINAL HOUR.
. . .
THE GERRY TANK COMMANDER IN A FLOW OF PERFECT ENGLISH,
SAID FOR YOU THE WAR IS OVER AND AMIDST MY ANGUISH,
ASKED ME DID I THINK I COULD SMOKE A CIGARETTE,
AND I REPLIED “YES PLEASE,” KNOWING I’M NOT IN SHOCK JUST YET.
. . .
AND LATER IN A GERRY “OBSERVATION CAR,”
I WAS TAKEN WELL BEHIND “THEIR” LINES AND I KNEW I WAS SO FAR,
FROM ALL THE “H.L.T” BOYS WHO BY THEIR VERY GRIT,
IN SPITE OF ALL THE ODDS THAT DAY, HAD SHOWN THEIR FIGHTING SPIRIT.
. . .
THE GERRY TROOPS WHO CAPTURED ME SHOWED COURTESY AND CARE,
AND WHILE THEY WERE OUR ENEMY, IT WOULD BE ONLY FAIR,
TO CREDIT THEM WITH FEELING FOR A FELLOW SOLDIER BEAT,
FOR WAR IS SUCH A HAZARD, ESPECIALLY IN RETREAT.
. . .
THAT NIGHT WAS SPENT IN A GERRY RED CROSS CAR,
WITH A GERRY LYING ABOVE ME, BOTH CASUALTIES OF WAR,
OUR NEEDS LOOKED AFTER BY HIS TWO SOLDIER MATES,
THEN MORNING DAWNED AND OFF I WENT WITH OTHERS, TO OUR FATES.
. . .
A PRISONER OF WAR WITH MANY MORE BESIDES,
NOT KNOWING HOW LONG FOR, BUT WE TOOK IT IN OUR STRIDES,
AND SENT BY SHIP TO ITALY, THE ITALIANS GUESTS TO BE,
TO REALISE JUST ALL TOO SOON, THAT THIS WOULD BE NO “SPREE”.
. . .
ALTHOUGH NOT BADLY TREATED, ITALY WAS SHORT OF FOOD,
AND FOR BODIES NEEDING NOURISHED, MADE US ONLY BROOD,
FOR WHILE OUR CAPTORS DID THEIR BEST WITH CARE AND MEDICATION,
THE FIRST THREE MONTHS WE SUFFERED WITH ACUTE HUNGER AND FRUSTRATION.
. . .
THEN “HAPPY DAY”, ONE SATURDAY, RED CROSS FOOD PARCELS GIVEN OUT,
TWO, TO SHARE A PARCEL, OUR HUNGER NOW TO ROUT,
TO FEEL YOU’VE HAD A FILLING MEAL AND KNOW THAT MORE IS THERE,
THIS, YOU HAVE TO LIVE THROUGH, TO KNOW, THAT NOTHING CAN COMPARE.
. . .
FROM THIS DAY ON, OUR SPIRITS OF COURSE WERE LIFTED,
IN THE SITUATION WE WERE IN, OUR THOUGHTS SO OFTEN DRIFTED,
TO OUR LOVED ONES AT HOME WHO KNEW NOTHING OF OUR FLIGHT,
FOR “MISSING-BELIEVED KILLED” THE WAR-OFFICE WAS TO WRITE.
. . .
THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE, THERE’S SO MUCH MORE TO TELL,
BUT ONE WOULD NEED A BOOK OR MANUSCRIPT TO DWELL,
ON THE INJURED THE TROOPS SUSTAINED, TO LINGER AND TO STAY, A MEMORY FRO ALL TIME, OF A DARK AND GLOOMY DAY.
. . .
THOUGH I'VE PENNED THESE LINES REMEMBERING A FIENDISH GHASTLY WAR,
I'VE LOOKED BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND THOUGHT “WHATEVER FOR”,
THE FUTILITY OF SUCH A COURSE, SHOULD MAKE OUR GOVERNMENTS PONDER,
FOR ASK YOURSELF, “IS ANYTHING SOLVED”, I LEAVE YOU THEN TO WONDER.
. . .
Shell
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NFI why but the end of VHS.
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/shortcuts/2016/jul/25/technology-killed-video-vcr-vhs-betamax
Similar to when i heard walkmans were no more.
I can still remember when my family borrowed my Grandmas video player when she went overseas, as we didn't own one.
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/shortcuts/2016/jul/25/technology-killed-video-vcr-vhs-betamax
Similar to when i heard walkmans were no more.
I can still remember when my family borrowed my Grandmas video player when she went overseas, as we didn't own one.
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I miss the hot and spicy chicken at KFC and that makes me sad.
What happened to it? I had it today.
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Was recalled because of salmonella fears. I'd be asking for a please explain from your local store.
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Delicious hot n spicy that lacks running through my veins.
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This story that is emerging- poor people/refugees selling their organs for $$. And not even that much money and are still in debt.
Or prisoners being shot for organs.
Or prisoners being shot for organs.
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My absurdly torturously hard life, upbringing, makes me think. So many images, memories, that haunt me, that are like knives still twisting in my body. Im so fked. I want to shove my head into a beehive until the chance to sleep comes. I want to drive pencils into my eyes every minute of the day. I want to jump off the roof, pick myself up, broken bones, and repeatedly jump off the roof. I want to sink into a tub of boiling acid when im just sitting down with a few minutes of spare time to think. When friday night arrives i want to contunually beat my head against a wall until monday morning arrives. I want to do all this just to feel. Am almost entirely stripped of emotion, sense of self, enthusiasm, mirth, etc. No anger, no joy, nothing but a state of emptiness. All i can try to do is get high, fked up, and smile at some random object in space. Fck you to those who sent me to this planet and left me stranded for decades, ageless.
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Don't do it
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Have a drink
Why can't you pray for healing?
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I still am following Jesus, was converted -- in my conflicted contradictory way. But im so fkd.
Well sounds like you need healing.
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All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put GG together again.
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Well they obviously didn't major in electrical engineering
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I can be happy in the tiniest thing as reconciliation. That i love Jesus even tho he wants nothing to do with me, and that i found someone i know is true love, even tho she hates my guts and wants nothing to do with me. Smallest thing, can at least say that....tho that is my life, that nothing shall ever accept me. Not my own mother who abandoned me at birth, nor the mothers who adopted me and sent me back in a hurry, no one. All i can do is stick my dick into some empty crevice of a mother figure and ultimately sit on a park bench alone head in hands.
God can heal you though.
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It's ok. The Raiders will one day go .500 again
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What are we allowed to discuss on this General Discussion board?
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This ep of Insight. Is heartbreaking.
Teacher to a student: "I know you are slow, so please just sit up the back, dont hold any of the other students back and be quiet. I dont even care if you turn up or not".
Teacher to a student: "I know you are slow, so please just sit up the back, dont hold any of the other students back and be quiet. I dont even care if you turn up or not".
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