At a time when sport, which can be HIGHLY over-rated, is paying its so-called
\n‘stars’ a FORTUNE every week, and fashion, which is NOT necessary, despite what
\ndesigners say, is doing the same for its ‘supermodels’, young men and women are
\nfighting for other people, and for their own lives.<\/p>\n
HOW have we permitted our exquisite planet to become so FAR out of balance? I
\nam sitting in front of my computer, in a reasonably warm, lit room, and,
\nsomewhere, a mother or a father is scrabbling in parched earth to try and find
\nsomething on which to feed their children.<\/p>\n
You and I can turn on our taps and have a glass of cold water, or the hot taps
\nand have a bath or a shower. Somewhere, a child is walking up to eight miles,
\nthere and back, to fetch jars of water, which are mainly undrinkable, and yet
\nall they have.<\/p>\n
The terrifying greed of the citizens of the developed world for position, money,
\npower, and mostly POSSESSIONS is promoting child slavery in the third world, and
\ncan be a pernicious cancerous growth within families where the children see the
\nadvertising and WANT what they want.<\/p>\n
Somewhere, a weary soldier is laying his, or her head on a gun barrel,
\ndesperate for some sleep, some peace from the torment of war. A terrified
\nvillager is hiding from those who should be part of their community, rather than
\nwanting to rule it, and imprison women once again. To enforce a law which has
\nno place in our lives or theirs.<\/p>\n
Somewhere, a master chef is going to Forward Ops Bases, with his trainees, often
\nonly eighteen or so, and obviously petrified. His calm is necessary, but does
\nthis man fear for himself? If he does, he hides it well. So well. And he goes
\nin order that hungry troops, who burn off so many calories during the
\nheat-filled days, can have a fresh, HOME-COOKED meal.<\/p>\n
It kind of makes you think, doesn’t it? About complaining. About wondering
\nwhat you’re going to get someone for yule, or christmas, or whatever you
\nfollow…..when you see film of these exhausted, hungry men and women coming
\nback from patrol, desperate for food, and for a change, a WONDERFUL, wonderful
\nchange, they will have FRESH food, instead of boil in the bag, or dehydrated
\nrations which they would heat themselves.<\/p>\n
Their courage is more than awe-inspiring. It is god and goddess-given. It
\ntruly is. something more than they themselves has permitted them to serve their
\ncountry, their queen, their president. a force greater than anything.<\/p>\n
Without any doubt, the gods that they follow, or the goddesses, are looking over
\nthem, and reinforcing the courage which may falter at times of extreme danger,
\nand helping them to find the ability, within themselves, to act with care and
\ncaution, but often to engage in acts of striking generosity, or a courage beyond
\nanything most of us have ever experienced, to rescue a wounded comrade.<\/p>\n
Nor can we forget those aging men who are the final remnants of Ypres, of
\nDunkirk. The courage that they showed, in the face of a different and yet
\nidentical hell. Not for them the sophisticated weaponry of today, the IEDs.
\ntheir raw courage, at sometimes horrifyingly young ages, allowed some to make it
\nhome.<\/p>\n
But the fallen are not forgotten. never, never forgotten.<\/p>\n
They are commemorated in stone, in different countries, and also in the days of
\nremembrance. For Britain, our remembrance Sunday is this week. and at the
\nservice, after all is done, the petals of poppies will fall, in their THOUSANDS.
\none for each life given.<\/p>\n
We wear a poppy in the days leading up to and including remembrance Sunday and
\nremembrance day – the 11th November. There will be a two minute silence for the
\nfallen of all wars, those gone, and those which are currently being fought. the
\ncannons will sound, and we will, literally, stop in our tracks, and for two
\nminutes we will remember those who gave US their lives, in order that we can be
\nwho and what we are today. that we do NOT live under the rule of tyranny.
\nWhat an incredible gift. May they live in our hearts forever. May all the
\ntroops, yours and mine, come home safely. May another war not have to be
\nfought.<\/p>\n
Wishful thinking. but wouldn’t it be a gift beyond price?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At a time when sport, which can be HIGHLY over-rated, is paying its so-called ‘stars’ a FORTUNE every week, and fashion, which is NOT necessary, despite what designers say, is doing the same for its ‘supermodels’, young men and women are fighting for other people, and for their own lives. HOW have we permitted our exquisite planet to become so FAR out of balance? I am sitting in front of my computer, in a reasonably warm, lit room, and, somewhere, a mother or a father is scrabbling in parched earth to try and find something on which to feed their children. You and I can turn on our taps and have a glass of cold water, or the hot taps and have a bath or a shower. Somewhere, a child is walking up to eight miles, there and back, to fetch jars of water, which are mainly undrinkable, and yet all they have. The terrifying greed of the citizens of the developed world for position, money, power, and mostly POSSESSIONS is promoting child slavery in the third world, and can be a pernicious cancerous growth within families where the children see the advertising and WANT what they want. Somewhere, a weary soldier is laying his, or her head on a gun barrel, desperate for some sleep, some peace from the torment of war. A terrified villager is hiding from those who should be part of their community, rather than wanting to rule it, and imprison women once again. To enforce a law which has no place in our lives or theirs. Somewhere, a master chef is going to Forward Ops Bases, with his trainees, often only eighteen or so, and obviously petrified. His calm is necessary, but does this man fear for himself? If he does, he hides it well. So well. And he goes in order that hungry troops, who burn off so many calories during the heat-filled days, can have a fresh, HOME-COOKED meal. It kind of makes you think, doesn’t it? About complaining. About wondering what you’re going to get someone for yule, or christmas, or whatever you follow…..when you see film of these exhausted, hungry men and women coming back from patrol, desperate for food, and for a change, a WONDERFUL, wonderful change, they will have FRESH food, instead of boil in the bag, or dehydrated rations which they would heat themselves. Their courage is more than awe-inspiring. It is god and goddess-given. It truly is. something more than they themselves has permitted them to serve their country, their queen, their president. a force greater than anything. Without any doubt, the gods that they follow, or the goddesses, are looking over them, and reinforcing the courage which may falter at times of extreme danger, and helping them to find the ability, within themselves, to act with care and caution, but often to engage in acts of striking generosity, or a courage beyond anything most of us have ever experienced, to rescue a wounded comrade. Nor can we forget those aging men who are the final remnants of Ypres, of Dunkirk. The courage that they showed, in the face of a different and yet identical hell. Not for them the sophisticated weaponry of today, the IEDs. their raw courage, at sometimes horrifyingly young ages, allowed some to make it home. But the fallen are not forgotten. never, never forgotten. They are commemorated in stone, in different countries, and also in the days of remembrance. For Britain, our remembrance Sunday is this week. and at the service, after all is done, the petals of poppies will fall, in their THOUSANDS. one for each life given. We wear a poppy in the days leading up to and including remembrance Sunday and remembrance day – the 11th November. There will be a two minute silence for the fallen of all wars, those gone, and those which are currently being fought. the cannons will sound, and we will, literally, stop in our tracks, and for two minutes we will remember those who gave US their lives, in order that we can be who and what we are today. that we do NOT live under the rule of tyranny. What an incredible gift. May they live in our hearts forever. May all the troops, yours and mine, come home safely. May another war not have to be fought. Wishful thinking. but wouldn’t it be a gift beyond price?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":120,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4683","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4683","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/120"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4683"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4683\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4683"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4683"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4683"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}