tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post6095645570853407655..comments2024-03-28T16:26:35.679-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: Forgotten? Who Can Say?OldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-61004002190846290152017-03-17T09:23:19.012-07:002017-03-17T09:23:19.012-07:00Thanks Cap'n.Thanks Cap'n.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-64561596560706947932017-03-17T08:56:22.155-07:002017-03-17T08:56:22.155-07:00Excellent post.Excellent post.HMS Defianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10024721130102173694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-60473883493293071982017-03-17T03:16:38.113-07:002017-03-17T03:16:38.113-07:00Excellent.Excellent.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-33822030659454593862017-03-16T20:51:28.060-07:002017-03-16T20:51:28.060-07:00Not I, sir. St. John. I'm just passing on so...Not I, sir. St. John. I'm just passing on something your words reminded me of. <br /><br />Also the Paschal Troparion:<br /><br />Christ is risen from the dead,<br />Trampling down death by death,<br />And upon those in the tombs<br />Bestowing life!Joe Lovellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16892419601290744855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-5162146601598120632017-03-16T19:16:16.959-07:002017-03-16T19:16:16.959-07:00Great line that.Great line that.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-88520849842177549702017-03-16T18:44:59.013-07:002017-03-16T18:44:59.013-07:00We all like to have nice neat answers to our quest...We all like to have nice neat answers to our questions. The ones we don't have answers to are very important. In a sense they are what makes us human. They give us purpose, to seek, to explore. I like what Eliot wrote, "We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."PrairieAdventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06466447251827774900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-76317274139788501732017-03-16T18:28:00.726-07:002017-03-16T18:28:00.726-07:00And therein lies comfort for the faithful.
Well s...And therein lies comfort for the faithful.<br /><br />Well said Joe, well said and Amen!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-23515303752776994432017-03-16T18:26:23.005-07:002017-03-16T18:26:23.005-07:00Thanks Paul. Knowing where the old bones will end ...Thanks Paul. Knowing where the old bones will end up is a comfort.<br /><br />I have chosen Arlington.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-6846068787468492012017-03-16T17:47:31.283-07:002017-03-16T17:47:31.283-07:00Your post, and the poem at the end, put me in mind...Your post, and the poem at the end, put me in mind of the Paschal Homily of St. John Chrysostom.<br /><br />https://oca.org/fs/sermons/the-paschal-sermon<br /><br />In part:<br /><br />"Enjoy ye all the feast of faith: Receive ye all the riches of loving-kindness. let no one bewail his poverty, for the universal kingdom has been revealed. Let no one weep for his iniquities, for pardon has shown forth from the grave. Let no one fear death, for the Savior’s death has set us free. He that was held prisoner of it has annihilated it. By descending into Hell, He made Hell captive. He embittered it when it tasted of His flesh. And Isaiah, foretelling this, did cry: Hell, said he, was embittered, when it encountered Thee in the lower regions. It was embittered, for it was abolished. It was embittered, for it was mocked. It was embittered, for it was slain. It was embittered, for it was overthrown. It was embittered, for it was fettered in chains. It took a body, and met God face to face. It took earth, and encountered Heaven. It took that which was seen, and fell upon the unseen.<br /><br />O Death, where is your sting? O Hell, where is your victory? Christ is risen, and you are overthrown. Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen. Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice. Christ is risen, and life reigns. Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in the grave. For Christ, being risen from the dead, is become the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep. To Him be glory and dominion unto ages of ages. Amen."Joe Lovellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16892419601290744855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-12444852636542413922017-03-16T17:36:12.827-07:002017-03-16T17:36:12.827-07:00WOW! One awesome post after another, how DO you do...WOW! One awesome post after another, how DO you do it?<br /><br />My wife's family have a graveyard on the family ranch ( called "The End of the Trail" ) and I have been invited to have my earthly remains put there when I am through using this body. I think it is comforting to know that one's body has somewhere to go when one no longer has need of it.<br /><br />Paul L. QuandtAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-89034489096785800932017-03-16T13:39:00.215-07:002017-03-16T13:39:00.215-07:00There is that.
Sometimes it's a little of bot...There is that.<br /><br />Sometimes it's a little of both for me. It feels like a duty somehow.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-31698521006400994762017-03-16T12:14:59.306-07:002017-03-16T12:14:59.306-07:00I've visited my Grandfather's grave at Ft....I've visited my Grandfather's grave at Ft. Rosecrans (and Grandma and young Uncle- all buried in the same plot), several times, but have only once visited my mother's, at the VA Cemetery in Central Point Oregon. I'm not sure of the value in it though, what good would come from turning myself into a semi-sobbing mess? Is it cathartic or self-induced pain? She gets nothing from it, and I just would feel sad. Hmm. Something to ponder.Tunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930237104692982421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-1189518775569545912017-03-16T08:38:22.830-07:002017-03-16T08:38:22.830-07:00...still fully alive in my mind...
Amen.<em>...still fully alive in my mind...</em><br /><br />Amen.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-1733071496207479442017-03-16T08:36:40.631-07:002017-03-16T08:36:40.631-07:00Looking forward to the AAR.
Glad you enjoyed the ...Looking forward to the AAR.<br /><br />Glad you enjoyed the ancestral homeland.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-10958731694963721792017-03-16T08:33:31.658-07:002017-03-16T08:33:31.658-07:00This post sits well in the local environment.
Ther...This post sits well in the local environment.<br />There are many thoughts on the subject, as Saturday we attended the funeral of a good friend and Tuesday visited MB's uncle, who's terminal, at the VA Hospital in Palo Alto.<br />I'm not much for visiting grave sites because of my preference for remembering what it was like.<br />My father is buried in a communal grave at Jefferson Barracks in St. Louis.<br />A name on a slab with maybe a dozen others.<br />Mom's somewhere in Oakland with Dad (my stepfather).<br />Her side of the family are all in the "City of the Dead", Colma, California (just about everyone from San Francisco is buried there).<br />My Father's parents are at a little cemetery on a hill in San Mateo. <br />GS is in an urn on the mantel in Anderson until it is determined where here final resting place will be.<br />I'm pretty sure that decision is all mine.<br />But... those are only the final remains.<br />All of them are still fully alive in my mind and I never know when one or more will greet me and improve my day, even my Father.<br />(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-75759835744744993952017-03-16T08:19:42.485-07:002017-03-16T08:19:42.485-07:00Got quite a few photos that jibe nicely with this ...Got quite a few photos that jibe nicely with this post, thanks. <br /><br />In the Edinburgh Train Station, beginning the long road home. Suffice it to say, Sarge, your ancestral homeland is quite beautiful, your kinfolk friendly and the whisky sublime. Fish and chips, though? Well that's grist (see what I did there?) for another day.juvathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09096708575138552532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-90157956866800668562017-03-16T07:33:55.550-07:002017-03-16T07:33:55.550-07:00Fits right in with one of Juvat's favorite say...Fits right in with one of Juvat's favorite sayings, "Never give up, never surrender."OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-63330741221047614482017-03-16T07:23:12.440-07:002017-03-16T07:23:12.440-07:00Ever since I was backdrafted out of a structure fi...Ever since I was backdrafted out of a structure fire " rage against the storm", is my pattern. Ended up sitting on the fire hose thirty foot from the door. Got up, proceeded to reenter, and lead the dampening of the fire. White light, yellow and one sore butt. Local press got a photo after I landed.Jim b.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06586320752813748542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-14549015299601920302017-03-16T06:48:47.895-07:002017-03-16T06:48:47.895-07:00Good point Scott. And thanks.Good point Scott. And thanks.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-15188722742715218002017-03-16T06:46:30.300-07:002017-03-16T06:46:30.300-07:00All you can do, is to remember those you knew, or ...All you can do, is to remember those you knew, or knew of. Anything else is not possible. They are now with God, and their loved ones. You are a Good Man, and the best thing to do, is to continue to be so. That you are more than capable of, as you don't seem to have any other settings.SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-32823472979264007062017-03-16T06:25:23.182-07:002017-03-16T06:25:23.182-07:00I like the flying, coming in to land, analogy. Dea...I like the flying, coming in to land, analogy. Dear to my heart that is.<br /><br />As to your atheist friends, yeah, we won't ever have to suffer those "I told you so" comments.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-38057540162461456352017-03-16T06:18:44.057-07:002017-03-16T06:18:44.057-07:00I'm almost at the front of the line. The runw...I'm almost at the front of the line. The runway is getting close, I think I just heard the wheels come down, but I'm still enjoying the ride.<br /><br />I expect to meet those that were ahead of me in the line. My atheist friends say I'm nuts. I tell them "At least you'll never tell me, 'I told you so'."joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-23479203186250950622017-03-16T04:55:40.650-07:002017-03-16T04:55:40.650-07:00As time stretches on, we lose our connections to t...As time stretches on, we lose our connections to the past if we're not careful.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-37930129649345870282017-03-16T04:44:15.781-07:002017-03-16T04:44:15.781-07:00We visit my mother's side of the family reachi...We visit my mother's side of the family reaching back almost 150 years when I go to visit my parents - but when my parent's generation dies, I will probably be the only one of my family to remember where it is or being willing to go. It is sad I suppose, but to be fair I am probably the same way with my father's side - beyond his parents (I know where they are buried) I really do not go there, even when I am home. Toirdhealbheach Beucailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14872794169534403463noreply@blogger.com