'The Nap at the Palace' by Jose Triado Mayol N ot much in the way of hobby-related activity happening here in the Grand Duchy lately. Sigh. And no surprise there really since there are only so many hours in the day, only so much mental and physical energy to spare, and you sometimes simply just have to give in and know when to say, um, "When!" A glass of wine and/or evening yoga by the hearth with the Grand Duchess (who has practiced for over 20 years), and then off into la-la land. Zzzzzzzzz. More immediately, I'm recovering, mentally speaking, from a grueling Friday in which I was involved with three (online) conference sessions, one right after the other, followed by a 90-minute meeting at the end of the day. Also virtual. My brain has been mush ever since, so an easy, completely unproductive Saturday watching intermittent snow fall outside (no accumulation however) and drinking coffee while the visiting handymen completed some repair work down her
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Today I remembered my Grandfather who on this day in 1914 was a Lieutenant on HMS Cornwall an Armoured Cruiser in the South Atlantic. Before the year was out he had been in the Battle of the Falklands; and in December on Christmas Day his ship was undergoing repairs as a result of the battle in Esquimalt Harbour. He survived the war having fought all the way through it.
The Kohima Epitaph from WWII says it all for me, no matter which conflict:
'When You Go Home,
Tell Them Of Us And Say,
For Their Tomorrow,
We gave Our Today'.
Best regards,
Simon
I really enjoyed all the images - cavalry especially the brigade formation. I appreciate all you did for your readers.
Respectfully,
Bill
Y'know old bean, I'll say this for the chaps of 1914. At the least they had no idea of the ordeal that lay before them.
On the other hand, we do! More than four years of solemn faces, chaps dressing up in old clothes and the unrelieved horror or documentaries, "specials" and pompous pollies waffling on.
Chin up old man, and keep on smiling!