Convinced it’s finished, we find excuses. Lots of them. It is never done. Conflict comes and goes. We can be on a crash course that promises to be the collision of a lifetime. No one said life is fair.
I am driven to write. There is no exception even when unhappy with my words. I can not compare myself to those that have editors or proofreader’s to read their work before it is published. I even hate freshly pressed endorsed by this platform.
Why do I write these days? I received that lone comment that gives me pause. Hearing from a woman dealing with two rare brain tumors brought tears to my eyes. She seems to have a strong will and a determination in her spirit. If you are reading this, I am glad you decided to follow me.
How are you? We have been assigned for five combat flights with our B 17 Bomber plane and have completed three of them. I am very scared. I am writing this to tell you I love you, but I do not think I will come out alive. We are losing a lot of men after their planes are being shot down over Germany. I don’t think we will make it. When you are in the sky dropping bombs, the germans are right above us to see what we are up to and then below on the ground they are shooting anti-aircraft flak at us. We can’t see a damn thing from the black clouds the flak make. No one has our back. It is not a good thing. I hope one day to see you again, but if I do not I want you to know how much I love you.
On Roy’s 4th combat flight as a gunner of a B-17 Bomber, he was shot down. Something in Roy told him that his days were numbered. Roy’s parents received the news he was missing in action by the Red Cross as was customary in those days. No one knew for sure what had happened except the 10 member crew on that fateful day in 1943. The Bomber was shot in several places, but with the handiwork of Coles, the pilot, the plane was able to be crashed landed in a field. The crew all survived and ran for their lives. All were captured alive.
Roy then spent the next 19 months in the notorious Stalag 17 camp. The Americans occupied five compounds. There were at least 4000 American GI men in the overcrowded barracks. Hollywood has made films about this camp and what our American soldiers had to endure. Roy recalls many times when they were forced to stand outside in extreme cold weather for long periods. He lost a huge amount of his body weight during this time, but did survive to come home and tell his story.
On April 8, 1945, Roy was among 4000 POW forced to march to where freedom was at hand. He with his fellow soldiers were finally liberated on May 9, 1945. General Patton’s Army had arrived on May 2nd to where they were closely located, but it took an additional week before Roy was finally free. Roy said he never prayed much before in his young life, but after being captured he prayed a lot. Roy still prays a lot. He can not believe he is still alive!
This hummingbird just keeps dropping by. She has won the staring contest!! Everyone enjoy your day and do not forget to vote. Take charge Americans!!!
What did he just say?
“I am thinking of going into Agriculture.”
“What do you mean becoming a farmer?” Knowing all too well that my son had all ready given me 20 other occupations he had been investigating at the university. This time he sounded really serious.
As we finished our conversation I felt a twinge of excitement living vicariously through my son’s ideas and potential future career path. After all hunting, searching, and hoping are just the beginning as we progress though life and its many decisions.
Our conversation was two days ago and I could not help to think about it as I decided to take a day trip to Padilla Bay Reserve. The weather was perfect and I knew it would be a beautiful drive on the back roads of the Skagit Valley here in Washington State. There was much to see in the wetlands including up to 55,000 migrating birds!
Agriculture is a major component of these parts of our state from small organic gardens too much larger farms. Follow me though the back roads just north of Seattle and see all the possibilities. Exploring these acres of inspiration brought to mind that it is good to see countryside preserved. Thinking that my son may be interested in being a part of a movement in his generation to roll up his sleeves and keep our lands protected made me awful proud.
I was not afraid to go.
I was not sure about the Path.
But off I had to be.
I know tears might come.
But try not to cry for me.
I had a great earthly journey and
more fun than can be. Luke and Elijah
you are my pals from here to eternity.
I am now resting quietly on a gentle cloud.
Believe me, I am barking out LOUD!!!!
Just you boys remember to live joyfully.
I will be fine In Heaven’s Glory. Just
wait and one day you too will see.
Dedicated to all who have lost a pet. You too will see….