Sunday, 14th of November, 1915
"'Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears'. So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break, and he'd never cried in all his life before.”
When I was eighteen years old, I thought that I had seen the whole world. I thought that I had felt every feeling possible. I had heard every imaginable sound. I had tasted every flavour in existence. I was convinced that I had used every tear in my lifetime supply. I would never cry again because I was man. I was invincible. I was a boy. I was not a man. I had not experienced anything close to a tenth of what life had to offer. I was not ready to die.
I was almost forty when I had first held a baby in my arms. I was almost forty when I had first realised the immensity of death. What meaning does life have without death? Many would say that it was the fact I held a baby in my arms that I realised this. I say that it was Archy. He was so full of life. He was the sun. He was never motionless. He could run before he could walk. He gave me so much happiness. I felt like I meant something. I can remember him now, tripping over himself in the hallway, “Uncle Jack, Uncle Jack!”. I
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I found out the news yesterday. I was too shocked to write anything, and my family needed me. At first I felt empty. The contents of that letter spooned out all my insides and left a shell of a man. Then I cried. I cried so many tears that I created an ocean but I stopped because no matter how hard you try you can’t drown reality. Imagining Archy still is unfathomable. It’s hard to understand that someone so full of life could be anything but void of it. He will be missed by everyone who has ever saw him. He’s just one of those people that can never be forgotten. I know the other soldier's families would say the same sentences. They would think that they were everything that mattered in the world. That happens when you lose somebody. Though, it's true for
and the life he knew was now gone . All he could do now was cry , the only way he knew
I'm currently walking along a long and barren road approaching a small forest. Of course, no one would recognize where I am. Of course not I'm obviously somewhere where even I wouldn't recognize, thrown into a place against my own will. I guess I can blame my own hubris for this one. “HEY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUN, don't be a condescending asshole.”
“Get up!!!” The whistle of the bullets flying past my head was like nothing I have ever heard ending anything and everything in it’s path. The roaring sound of bombers Echoing down roads and through homes Like a song of the devil himself. My life flashed in my eyes. And now to think it was over was nerve racking. Fire’s blazed in homes like a flower blooming in mid spring… The year Is 1944. Me and my men are going to a place where happiness Was imprisoned and not to be let free for it would be executed at once.A place Where the sky was black as coal.a place I’d never call home.The ekos of family's cries over gone loved ones for to them there end was also there beginning. The smell of gunpowder, mud ,and maggots in my food was not what
Back in Black Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
There is always that perfect moment ruined and shattered everywhere. Gone. For me you have to go back a long while to before this whole mess started. So here it is.
I don’t think that anyone would say any different. It’s hard going through the day knowing that your loved one is halfway across the world and anything can happen. It does have its upsides though, it helps you appreciate your family and brings you closer together. To successfully get though a deployment you need to have faith, faith that the Lord will bring your loved one home to you. Sadly, it doesn’t always end the way we hope. I can’t even fathom the pain that it is to lose the one I love, and my heart goes out to all of those that have had to endure that pain.
PROLOGUE You are going to die. It’s as simple as that. We are born, we live while we can, and then we die.
The Angel of Death I felt the tension in the air. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as footsteps crept down the hallway. Anna, my hospital roommate, started breathing heavily. “I am going to die.
At the funeral we were all thinking why and how could this happen to us? I wish he wasn’t dead, I really loved my uncle. I will remember all the memories I had with him. Like when he I was at his house for a birthday, playing with his son Andrew and he came and played with us. We all can remember times we had with him at birthdays and easter eggs hunts.
“Your turn to roll the dice,” I said. We were sitting in the living room playing a board game. I had just gotten home from the factory. That was where I used to work. My wife was cooking dinner while I was playing a game with my two kids.
I began to ponder what would happen around the time of my death. Questions such as, “Am I actually significant, or just another wave in an endless sea of people? Are any of my actions going to have even a slight impact on the world? What is my purpose on this planet, and am I fulfilling it?” Began consuming my thoughts, and the fact that I couldn't answer any of them was disturbing.
Heartbreak-that horrible, absolutely horrible feeling. The feeling of your stomach turning, you cannot eat, sleep, or function normally. You are going through the motions of this life, praying, hoping, that one day you wake up and it just goes away. The hardest part of this feeling is accepting that it does not just magically disappear.
I was on the other side of this two years before. I was in the crowd waiting to see my older brother on his graduation day. I didn’t even think about what he had gone through for those two months away from his friends and family, until I went through it all myself. Now I’m aware. Now I know what he was feeling the day he stood there, completely still, waiting for us to come down to the crowd of soldiers and find him spec...
..., but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, your heart has been weeping blood?’” (344).
This phrase went round and round my head until it became dizzy. I had never thought of death before. To think that I was going to die before my parents, my friends, and even my younger brother. To think that I had so much unfinished business to complete before I left this world.