"You have forgotten the face of your father." I hear, as I tune into the sound blaring from my headphones. Anyone who's familiar with Stephen King's writing will know what I'm talking about -

Remember the heroes of D Day

Don't know where... or when

Hello friends and Hivians. I hope all is well and Happy Hive Power Up Day. For my Filipino friends and others the "Ber" months are now amongst us now🎄 Today has a little bit more to it for me

Reflection On Life Hope For A Better Future

Content Warning: Holocaust. It’s a cloudy day in Mauthausen / The sky is dark and grey

I am going to war / Some things are worth / Much fighting for

... was a Navy veteran and a firefighter but more importantly he was a mentor to me in many ways. I wrote this poem for him. The train is one he carved and built. #cwh #poetry #poem #rememberance #grief

I called in at Eastwood Park today as I wanted to see the poppy display at the entrance to the park and on the war memorial for Remembrance Day.

Angry blisters in bloody rows Matching the seams of my boots Duty pushes me that next step Long after determination gave out Image Description: a commemorative flight at the Areo-Gatineau airshow featuring

▶️ Listen on Aureal--Shout out to one of my readers for making a special request which led to the creation of this poem. As a veteran he wanted something that would tie his memorabilia collection together.

"Well I guess I'll try and do this under an hour." I thought when I saw the time for the weekend engagement post this week by @galenkp The prompt I've taken is Remembered which asks the question

A good friend of mine Colette, passed away 5 years ago today. She was in Turkey, where she had been under going treatment for her cancer. She was returning home to Ireland, so that she could be in her

အဲ့နေ့က ကျောင်းဝင်းထဲမှာ မင်္ဂလာဆောင်ပွဲတစ်ခုရှိတယ်။ဖေဖေတို့သားအဖတွေလည်း ဆိုင်ကယ်လေးတစ်စီးနဲ့ အဲ့ကျောင်းဝင်းတဲ့ရောက်တဲ့အခါမှာတော့ မင်္ဂလာဆောင်ပွဲက ပီးသွားပေမယ့် အလှဆင်ထားတဲ့ ပန်းdecoration နောက်ခံအလှတွေကတော့

His name was Johannes Lebermann and he was a soldier in WW1. At the day of his death he was only 24 years old. But: 100 years later we can remember his fate because of this monument his neighbors build

It was a joyful and sorrowful celebration yesterday, being the fifteenth of January two thousand and twenty one. As the celebration of the Arm Forces Day. The celebration took place in Nigeria, Ekiti state,

Do not stand on a Graveworld and weep...

I've just written the first draft on one of the most important pieces I will ever write: My dad's eulogy. I have written 1809 words...That's only a few hundred words over my average word-count here on

When the bell no longer rings then evil is afoot. That may make a lot more sense to me than it does to you. One day you may find yourself understanding it and it may be a different saying but the sentiment

Fuck the Governments, Pushing Perpetual War Drafting the Meek, the Hopeless, The Poor Sent into Battles for Little Reward Only to Come Home in a Box made of Boards "It's Serving Our Country"