I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
--Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Blogging from the brig. . .
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
--Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
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Touching … sweet … brought a smile to my face and a lump to my throat.
+1 for the USMC … again.
+2!
I love this photo.
A beautiful moment captured in time.
It is the cycle of life; I was brought up to respect my elders, which I have conditioned my own to do.
We often ‘volunteered’ to tidy the gardens of local elders that lived nearby the Barracks, and run local errands; which often led to ‘devonshire cream tea’s and long chats. Good for the soul and the community in general.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgg3c8h5YFE/TdzIkvxtncI/AAAAAAAABic/slz4Ab8HiTQ/s1600/cream-tea.jpg
Obviously the following day required lots of extra PT…
Yours Aye.
So sweet….and so necessary…to see the connection of life for both the young and the old…k
Really wonderful of the marines to do this. I wonder if any Hollywood liberals would spare time to do this (well, maybe if it brought them more public appreciation and fame).
Clark
http://www.clarkzlotchew.com
It is certainly a sweet photo. . .