Taken in front of the little white cottage. He is about ten, I think. His big catch is a lake trout, I think.
You gave seen photos of him before on this blog: one with the Vimy memorial in the background when he was a member of the honour guard to bring home our Unknown Soldier. His great-grandfather served in those killing fields in WWI. One taken on the parapet of a palace in Kabul. One on his wedding day with the beautiful girl he married.
My son will serve outremer again this year.
I have always maintained that there is a glory in war.
But the glory for me lies not in the combat and clash of armies and men, but in the conscious decision of those who are willing to stand between a rapacious enemy and the innocent and the helpless.
Those who, like policemen and firemen, are willing, if need be, to lay their bodies down.
Those who are willing to do hard things so that the rest of us can live our lives with a conscience clear and untroubled.
And that is a glory of human spirit and sacrifice that too many do not comprehend. And no greater love.
STRiCTLY ANTiSOCiAL gave Dark and Disorderly a score of 9.5 out of 10.
She said so many nice things like, "I believe this is the first book I have really really really enjoyed in quite a while," that I'll just post a link.
The amazing thing is that while in fairness she mentions some aspects of the story another reader might not like, she asserts these points do not matter to her.
And another at I READ GOOD, with words like"hooked, gripping, amazing, fantastic!"
Of course, one hopes one's book will be well-received, but to repeat a line I stole from somewhere, my gast is totally flabbered.
Two more I didn't disappoint. My sense of gratitude is like a pail of water so full it slops over! ( I've been trying to house clean my office, so you know where that commonplace image comes from!)