At the Crossroads of Infinity
Many thanks Tom & Clang...I know what you mean about tears Tom.You know, it was not hard for me to sit & listen to Alec's tales and I know he appreciated that I did so. It seemed the least I could do after what He did for me and the rest of the allied forces. He was prepared to die for the likes of me which I find so humbling....nowadays, unfortunately some people would not even cross the street to pick you up if you fell over ( they might come over to rob your cell phone, Mp3 player etc, but to offer help, for nothing? perish the thought....) Clang, I remember when I was younger, I used to let myself into my Grans house using the key that was attached to a length of string inside the mailbox.which was rather pointless because the rear door was unlocked anyway! Alec was very astute & what I found so amazing was that he bore no animosity towards the people who used to laugh at him in the home..he was so appreciative of my "taking the trouble" to push him out into the sunlight to share a smoke & chat to him whilst my Gran was sleeping.
Not wanting to wish the likes of WW1 & 2 back into our lives,sad to say His like will probably never be seen again ( no disrespect to the boys currently in Iraq etc)He was a Gentlman & I was proud to have had the chance to meet & talk to Him....I have 2 rituals I perform every year. 1: In November, I always buy a Poppy & give money in memory of my Father ( and now Alec) and 2:At xmas I always put money into the tin of the homeless. Because 1: without Alec & my Dad and their buddies I might not be here( and certainly not have english as my mother tongue) & 2: I could one day end up there... Clang your Mother does a valuable and worthwhile job, please thank Her for me, and next time you thank a guy in fatigues, tell Him I said thanks as well....