Remembrance Stories
The Worry Stone
A chance meeting at a county fair helps to heal a young man's broken lifeMy life fell apart when I was ten -- and that night will stick with me forever. It was mid-summer and Mom and Dad wanted a weekend to themselves. I was spending it with my grandparents -- Dad's parents. We'd had a good time with a quiet day -- just Grandm...
Remembrance Challenge: Lest We Forget
Thoughts at a memorialOn Ploegsteert memorial in Belgium, no faces show. Only names carved on slabs Along curved walls of the imposing colonnade Impressive, the stone lions that guard. Eleven thousand names of the multi-ranked Casualties of war, who share this dubious banner N...
At the age of nine, lying in the children's ward. Rheumatic fever, burning though me. Nuns and Doctors come and go, tending a full ward of eight boys. Across from me lay a new boy, no more than five years old. Sadly for he had survived, his family fire. A...
Sun-dried mud on youthful faces. Waiting for the shrill sound of whistles. Rolling thunder, foot by foot. Sending earth tossed to heaven. Drips of crimson foam splash mates, along the trench lines. Orders barked with the shrill whistles. "Over the top boy...
The Life and Times of Shyloh Sinclair
A woman's life is rememberedThe line at the funeral parlor led out the front door, around the side, and down the street for three blocks and was composed primarily of men who had come to pay their respects. The civilian men wore a white shirt, dark jacket, dark pants, and a white na...
The Square
As the drums and pipes played onAs the drums and pipes played Tribal King we stood our ground. We the fresh and young troops of our King stood and watched the foolish French below. For today we have been told it shall end here, end today. The shout goes up and down the line, "Form ri...
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Lambs As the news from today, Sink into my soul. Sound of Hueys to the west, Bring back memories. Hot August day so long ago. New green lambs, stumble out all of 19. Look at this latest batch. As you spit, Thinking one thought. Lambs for slaught. Returnin...
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May We Not Forget
We will remember stillWe may not let our heroes fade with timeLest martyrs be erased from honor's scrollWe must make sure the memories stay sublimeOf deeds that still define our nation's soul Collectively we share the warriors' painAnd cradle fallen soldiers of all kinds We so...
I live with the knowledge that things will never be the same againThat things can never go back to what they wereTo what we wereOn the coldest of nights, when the chill leaks into my soul I am put in memory of what we were together, and what we hadYes I a...
The Secret Life of Mrs Faulkner - Chapter One
How well do you really know someone?Cruel World:He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out. "To...
If I should find space in your memoryonce the seconds have drained from my timeI pray I'm remembered just as I wasI hope I'm not placed too highNot keen on leaving a saintly reputeeven saints have sinned in their heartsDon't think the bad or the good of m...