It has been so long since I posted a Floss ramble... I have,sadly, almost forgotten how to write.
So much going on with my life at the moment and I am very aware of how much I am neglecting many, many of my friends. I apologise for that x
I ran this run this morning. A Virtual Charity Remembrance Run. I know that a lot of friends on the forum have run them too, over this weekend. It was just 5K.
Last year I ran in glorious sunshine, today, it was windy and I ran in torrential rain. I ended up soaking wet and tired... of that I was glad. My head was filled with so many thoughts,, all mixed and muddled.. I had to get them down.
A Runner Remembers,
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I ran and remembered the Fallen
Feet kept pace with the passing of years
Since those souls left the shores of their homeland
Set afloat by a family's tears.
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And despite rain and wind, I breathe easy
The air in my lungs, cold and clear
Not the thick choking, dark cloud of horror
That those souls gasped for, sickened with fear.
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I'm running on paths, in a place that I love
My body moves gently and slow.
Not with tired leaden steps, through life-sucking mud
As on, wearily,blindly They go.
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I thought of my own dearest father
A man with great love in his heart
Who healed many a broken, dashed body
A young life and soul torn apart.
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No matter our creed or our culture
No matter the land of our birth
How, as runners we run, not alone, but as one
A light on this dark troubled earth.
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I ran and remembered the Fallen
Thoughts wondering, as running time passed
Why all manner of wars, still are raging,
Yet each one... is never the last.
Floss x
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Ah, it is Veteran's Day here today--perfect poem! But as to running? Not perfect! About 5 inches of snow in Michigan so far and still coming down. I will not be running today.... : (
You almost forgot to write? Seems to me you remember fine.
In my church we say 'Memory Eternal' for those who have passed from our sight. We believe that as long as God remembers us we are not gone. We may forget for a time, but God will not.
That was perfect, Floss. We went to our local village remembrance service yesterday, and that and your words have brought my lovely grandad back to my thoughts. Many thanks.
Very thoughtful Floss. I thought about my late father yesterday. A kid in his teens aboard warships on Arctic Convoys, the Mediterranean and in the Far East. Some school kids asked if he was ever frightened. His answer? We were all in it together so no time to worry about yourself. And there were thousands like him, those who fell and those like him who were shaped by their experience. Thanks for remembering them all. 😊
So interesting..I have trouble imaging how it felt for those who went through and are still going through battles....I studied the War Poets when I did A Level..and their words haunted my dreams. When I ran this morning, I felt a huge presence beside me. It was certainly very special. Xx
Lovely prose from you Floss, very suitable for today, I have just listened to a performance by Welsh composer Karl Jenkins of his war and piece composition The Armed Man, a piece of music suitable for today.
Gorgeous Floss, I can almost see the words flowing out of your wake as you run along. I hope it helped. Look after yourself and let yourself be looked after 🤗x
💕💕💕 I don't know if it's an ageing thing or what but each year the 11th becomes more and more painful. So many lives lost and torn asunder.
My great uncle Joe was just 17 when he was shipped off to Sicily after the briefest of basic training, so fast that his father who had chased after him and his 2 brothers who'd all run off to sign up together, couldn't get to him in time. Joe lasted just 9 days on the beaches of Sicily and his war grave is beautifully tended there but shows his lied age of 19.
Having been through and survived WW1 with his own brother, Joe's father; Wesley didn't want his boys to suffer as he had nor did he want his wife to lose her boys. He'd managed to bring George and Jim home but Joe was already on the water on his way to what he had believed would be a great adventure. 💔
Goodness..that is so tragic.. and I do agree..things seem to have greater meaning..as we age..
My own grandad was in northern France and J and I were the first from the family to visit his grave. I took a laminated photo of my Nan..and mum and her sister and their husbands. He died when Mum was one and my Aunt was three..
I just wish if we remember..that we can learn from past mistakes..but..sadly...it seems not to happen..
I think that's the hardest part. Less and less remain who really know and the so many seem to forget. Those who question why we even bother with our "rituals" as I've heard Remembrance Day described are a sign of the future 💔
That was so lovely and I’m now a weeping wreak! My Hubble has just walked in and said ‘what’s up’ I said I’m reading the running blog...needless to say he thinks this running lark is addling my senses!! Thank you Oldfloss you are a true artist x 😢🙄🤩💕
The world is never at rest Floss, nor we in it as often as we'd like to be - sometimes it's enough to just get through another day. Sooner or later, the tide turns and the Sun rises again however. One day at a time - slow and steady, right? ❤️
I didn’t run... I spent most of the day thinking of my Granddad who may have been fairly unique in his service history. He was arrested in South Wales at one point accused of being a nazi parachutist... despite having a 3 ton truck with him, because of his strange accent... he was from Barnsley 🤣. I guess they were times for more than the average amount of paranoia.
Later he was captured in North Africa and taken to Italy, which he hated, and then to Germany, where he actually had a decent time of it. He was caught twice breaking IN to the prison camp that he was being held at... once when he’d gone to bring his escaping mate back (the guy spoke no German at all and was not going to survive out there) and once with a load of potatoes he’d gone to get from the piles covered in mud on the adjacent farm... the whole camp ate well that night! To the day he died, he’d never have a bad word spoken in his presence about the Germans and my one regret was not taking him over to Mainz when I worked there... He took ill a few months after I started work there... while in a confused state for a couple of years he was always asking about my life out there when I saw him, before going back to rounding up imaginary sheep.
Wow... that was no doubt unusual, especially with the change of name too. The medical teams just do their job I guess... maybe if we ever get near to conflict on that scale again the politicians should talk to the doctors and nurses... that should avoid it.
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