On the Edge of Memory
Nov. 22nd, 2005 05:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rain_gryphonAsteroid Itokawa. That's not really how I'd imagined asteroids looking. That's an interesting-looking smooth patch at the back. It's a pity the little hopper robot didn't work.
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The last man of the 1914 BEF has died. "He was our last surviving link with a time that shimmers on the edge of our folk memory." It gives me an odd feeling to read that. I've talked with a great many WWI veterans in my life, and heard strange and marvellous stories. I spent hours talking to the lonely old man who had been in charge of drainage and tent placement for the American receiving camp at Cherbourg, and to a one-eyed German infantryman who'd been gassed with Lewisite, and still felt the effects. I suppose they're dead now as well.
When I was little, I knew a janitor (he worked next door to where a friend lived) who had been a pilot in the Czech air force during the Sudetenland crisis in '38. His squadron was stationed forward in their open cockpit biplanes (I'm guessing the Avia B-34), ready for war when the news came that Chamberlain was going to sacrifice Czechlovakia. He told me that as they flew their planes back into what was left of Czechoslovakia, the Messerschmidt pilots flew alongside and waved at them.
That image always stuck with me, for some reason. I wonder if they were waving to taunt them, or to assure them that it was nothing personal. I've always figured the latter. Wars generally start out much with much more restraint and chivalry than they finish with.
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Two Australians went on a vandalism spree so mighty that they may actually be sentenced to life in prison. They even tipped a bus over. This simultaneously fulfills all of my worst and best expectations of Australians.
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It's the anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination. I recall nothing of the day itself, but I have distant, half-formed memories of watching the funeral on TV with my mother.
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The last man of the 1914 BEF has died. "He was our last surviving link with a time that shimmers on the edge of our folk memory." It gives me an odd feeling to read that. I've talked with a great many WWI veterans in my life, and heard strange and marvellous stories. I spent hours talking to the lonely old man who had been in charge of drainage and tent placement for the American receiving camp at Cherbourg, and to a one-eyed German infantryman who'd been gassed with Lewisite, and still felt the effects. I suppose they're dead now as well.
When I was little, I knew a janitor (he worked next door to where a friend lived) who had been a pilot in the Czech air force during the Sudetenland crisis in '38. His squadron was stationed forward in their open cockpit biplanes (I'm guessing the Avia B-34), ready for war when the news came that Chamberlain was going to sacrifice Czechlovakia. He told me that as they flew their planes back into what was left of Czechoslovakia, the Messerschmidt pilots flew alongside and waved at them.
That image always stuck with me, for some reason. I wonder if they were waving to taunt them, or to assure them that it was nothing personal. I've always figured the latter. Wars generally start out much with much more restraint and chivalry than they finish with.
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Two Australians went on a vandalism spree so mighty that they may actually be sentenced to life in prison. They even tipped a bus over. This simultaneously fulfills all of my worst and best expectations of Australians.
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It's the anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination. I recall nothing of the day itself, but I have distant, half-formed memories of watching the funeral on TV with my mother.
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Date: 2005-11-23 02:16 pm (UTC)