A notable date in the calendar!
Poppies are so beautiful and yet so sad as they have become the symbol of Wars and loss. Their vibrancy reminds us of souls with once vibrant lives.
A beautiful journalist sent me a magazine advertisement from WWII and the words were poignant, even today:
The Kid in Upper 4
From the New Haven RR an ad from 1942
It is 3:42 a.m. on a troop train
Men wrapped in blankets are breathing heavily.
Two in every lower berth. One in every upper.
This is no ordinary trip. It maybe their last in the U.S.A. till the end of the war.
Tomorrow they will be on the high seas.
One is wide awake…listening..staring into the blackness
Tonight, he knows, he is leaving behind a lot of little things and big ones.
The taste of hamburgers and pop, the feel of driving a roadster over a six-lane highway..a dog name Shucks, or Spot or Barnacle Bill.
The pretty girl who writes so often..that gray-haired man, so proud and awkward athe station..the mother who knit the socks he’ll wear soon
There’s a lump in his throat. And maybe – a tear fills his eye. It doesn’t matter, Kid. Nobody will see..it’s too dark
A couple of thousand miles away, where he’s going, they don’t know him very well.
But people all over the world are waiting, praying for him to come.
And he will come, this kid in Upper 4
Next Time you are on the train, remember the kid in Upper 4
If you have to stand enroute – it is so he may have a seat.
If there is no berth for you – it is so that he may sleep.
If you have to wait for a seat in the diner – it is so he…and thousands like him ..may have a meal they won’t forget in the days to come.
For to treat him as our most honoured guest is the least we can do to pay mighty debt of gratitude.
Canon PowerShot G11
Focal length 6.1