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I fought myself
As i walked away
Stopping myself from looking back
Then i realized
My dream have just died
I yelled and i cried
Finding myself with none to blame
And trying to hide this terrible pain
Memorial Hall was erected in honor of Harvard graduates who fought for the Union in the American Civil War. From 1865 to 1868, a fund-raising committee gathered $370,000, then equal to one-twelfth of Harvard's total endowment, which was augmented by an additional $40,000 bequest from Charles Sanders, class of 1802 and college steward 1827-1831, for "a hall or theatre to be used on Commencement days, Class days, Exhibition days, days of the meetings of the society of Alumni, or any other public occasion connected with the College, whether literary or festive."
An architectural competition began in December 1865, with the winning designs submitted by William Robert Ware, class of 1852, and Henry Van Brunt, class of 1854. (These initial designs were altered as plans proceeded.) In 1870 the building was named Memorial Hall and its cornerstone laid; Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., composed a hymn for the occasion. The hall was dedicated for use in 1874, with Sanders Theatre substantially complete in 1875, and the tower completed in 1877. The tower was subsequently destroyed in a 1956 fire but rebuilt in 1999.
Bexhill or Bexhill-on-Sea is a seaside town situated in the county of East Sussex in South East England. An ancient town and part of the local-government district of Rother, Bexhill is home to a number of archaeological sites, a Manor House in the Old Town, an abundance of Edwardian and Victorian architecture, and the famous De La Warr Pavilion: today a centre for contemporary art – which has featured the work of Andy Warhol, Cerith Wyn Evans and Richard Wilson amongst others – and an auditorium, where Bob Marley had his first UK appearance and has since seen performances by Elvis Costello, Goldfrapp, Ray Davies, Years & Years, Patti Smith and Laurie Anderson.
The first reference to Bexhill, or Bexelei as it was originally called, was in a charter granted by King Offa of Mercia in 772 AD. It is recorded that King Offa had 'defeated the men of Hastings' in 771 AD. At this time, the term Hastings would have referred to this whole area rather than the town itself as it does today. In the charter, King Offa established a church and religious community in Bexhill.
During the Norman Conquest of 1066 it appears that Bexhill was largely destroyed. The Domesday survey of 1086 records that the manor was worth £20 before the conquest, was 'waste' in 1066 and was worth £18 10s in 1086. King William I used the lands he had conquered to reward his knights and gave Bexhill manor to Robert, Count of Eu, with most of the Hastings area. Robert's grandson, John, Count of Eu, gave back the manor to the bishops of Chichester in 1148 and it is probable that the first manor house was built by the bishops at this time. The later manor house, the ruins of which can still be seen at the Manor Gardens in Bexhill Old Town, was built about 1250, probably on the instructions of St. Richard, Bishop of Chichester. St Richard's Catholic College, the local Catholic school, was duly for said bishop. The Manor House was the easternmost residence owned by the bishops and would have been used as a place to stay while travelling around or through the eastern part of their diocese. There were often disputes between the Bishops of Chichester and the Abbots of Battle Abbey, usually about land ownership in this area. In 1276 a large portion of Bexhill was made into a park for hunting and in 1447 Bishop Adam de Moleyns was given permission to fortify the Manor House.
In 1561 Queen Elizabeth I took possession of Bexhill Manor and three years later she gave it to Sir Thomas Sackville, Earl of Dorset. The Earls, later Dukes, of Dorset owned Bexhill until the mid 19th century. Their main residences were Buckhurst Place in Sussex and Knole House in Kent.
In 1804 soldiers of the King's German Legion were stationed in barracks at Bexhill. These troops were Hanoverians who had escaped when their country was overrun by Napoleon's French Army. As King George III was also the Elector of Hanover, he welcomed them and they fought as part of the British Army. At about this time, defensive Martello Towers were built along the south east coast, some near Bexhill, in order to repel any French invasion. In 1814 the soldiers of the King's German Legion left Bexhill, eventually playing an important part in the Battle of Waterloo the following year. The German troops had been here to protect Bexhill from the French. However, many of the local people were actively trading with the enemy by way of smuggling. The best known of the local smugglers were in the Little Common Gang and the most famous incident was the infamous Battle of Sidley Green in 1828.
In 1813 Elizabeth Sackville had married the 5th Earl De La Warr, and when the male line of the Dukes of Dorset died out in 1865 she and her husband inherited Bexhill.
It was the 7th Earl De La Warr who decided to transform the small rural village of Bexhill into an exclusive seaside resort. He contracted the builder, John Webb, to construct the first sea wall and to lay out De La Warr Parade. Webb, in part payment for his work, was given all the land extending from Sea Road to the Polegrove, south of the railway line. Opened in 1890, the luxurious Sackville Hotel was built for the 7th Earl De La Warr and originally included a house for the use of his family. In 1891 Viscount Cantelupe, his eldest surviving son, married Muriel Brassey, the daughter of Sir Thomas and the late Annie, Lady Brassey of Normanhurst Court near Bexhill. The Manor House was fully refurbished so that Lord and Lady Cantelupe could live in style as Lord and Lady of the Manor. Finally, the 7th Earl De La Warr transferred control of his Bexhill estate to Viscount Cantelupe. When the 7th Earl De La Warr died in 1896
Viscount Cantelupe became the 8th Earl De La Warr. At this time he organised the building on the sea front of the Kursaal, a pavilion for refined entertainment and relaxation. He also had a bicycle track made, with a cycle chalet, at the eastern end of De La Warr Parade. These amenities were provided to promote the new resort. Meanwhile, many independent schools were being attracted to the expanding town due to its health-giving reputation. The railway came through Bexhill in 1846, the first railway station being a small country halt situated roughly where Sainsbury's car park is today. This was some distance from the village on the hill. A new station, north of Devonshire Square, was opened in 1891 to serve the growing resort. In 1902 the current railway station was opened and a Bexhill West Station was built for the newly built Crowhurst Branch Line.
1902 was the year that Bexhill became an Incorporated Borough. This was the first Royal Charter granted by Edward VII. Bexhill was the last town in Sussex to be incorporated and it was the first time a Royal Charter was delivered by motorcar. To celebrate the town's newfound status and to promote the resort, the 8th Earl De La Warr organised the country's first ever motorcar races along De La Warr Parade in May 1902. The town was scandalised at this time by the divorce of Earl De La Warr.
Muriel had brought the action on the grounds of adultery and abandonment. She was granted a divorce and given custody of their three children. Muriel, with her children, Myra, Avice and Herbrand, went back to live with Earl Brassey at Normanhurst Court. The 8th Earl De La Warr remarried but was again divorced for adultery. He also suffered recurrent and well-publicised financial difficulties. At the start of the First World War in 1914 the Earl bought a Royal Naval commission. He died of fever at Messina in 1915.
Herbrand Edward Dundonald Brassey Sackville became the 9th Earl De La Warr. He is best known for championing the construction of the De La Warr Pavilion, which was built and opened in 1935. The 9th Earl also became Bexhill's first socialist mayor. He died in 1976.
The Second World War caused the evacuation of the schools and substantial bomb-damage to the town. Many schools returned to Bexhill after the war but there was a steady decline in the number of independent schools in the town. The break-up of the British Empire and in particular the Independence of India in 1947 hastened the process. Most of the schools were boarding and catered largely for the children of the armed forces overseas and of the colonial administration. Although the number of schools decreased, many of the parents and former pupils had fond memories of the town and later retired to Bexhill.
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The cockshafer Loved and hated: this big beetle is the star in many fairy tales and stories but is nevertheless fought hard from time to time. Underground life When the fully developed may beetle crawls out of the earth in the spring and flies away, it has been on it for most of its life.
This beetle spent three to four years underground in the larva stage.
The adult insect lives only four to six weeks. May beetle year This life cycle follows one with many beetles, the so-called beetle year, on three 'beetle-poor' years. Unfortunately, the little beetle is no longer as well represented here as in grandmother's times, when huge swarms occupied our fields, forests and meadows. The small difference In our regions there are 3 species of may beetles: the common may beetle, the sand chick beetle and the rare Melolontha pectoralis. You can tell the insects apart by their differently shaped and colored abdomens. Males and females can also be distinguished in this way.
Antenna Another way to distinguish may beetle males and females are the antennae. Those of the males are considerably larger and have 7 'leaves' per antenna, those of the females have 7. The antennae are equipped with smell sensors and thus form the nose of the beetle, as it were.
The male cockchafer seeks out the females. For this he uses the lamellae (leaves) on his antennae as an organ of smell. The smallest concentrations of odor can be detected with these slats. The females secrete pheromones (odorous substances), which are smelled by the males. When a male has found a female, they mate. During mating, the ends of the abdomen are connected. The male drops onto his back and is then dragged along by the female for a while. Beetles do not sit on top of each other unlike other insects. After mating, the female flies to the open field. There she burrows a few centimeters deep into the ground. She deposits about 20 eggs in the soil with the tip of her abdomen. The eggs are small (diam. 2-3 mm), oval-shaped and off-white in colour.
The cockchafer is a medium-sized beetle 2-3 cm, with reddish brown elytra and legs. He has a black body with a striking triangle pattern on both sides. The cockchafer has red-brown feelers. The thickening on the end of the feelers can fan out into lamellae (blades). The May beetle therefore belongs to the family of the leaf blade beetles. Engerling is a name for the larva of the May beetle. These are known because they feed on plant roots, especially grasses.
An early start around the lakes at Harleston. The mist was low and the sun fought with it. In the end the sun won, here are the early rounds.
This guy flew though our trees and then fought with another adult for the prize. Winner Winner chicken dinner!
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War after war was fought. They keep falling and will keep falling. Countless tears were shed and yet history seems to still love repeating itself. Or is it just us?
P.S. I was trying to focus on the angel but somehow when I zoomed out, I liked what I saw and snap snap...
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Antonio Ricaurte fought under the command of Bolivar. He is remembered for his act of sacrifice at the Battle of San Mateo (near Caracas, Venezuela) in 1814. Defending an armory and closely surrounded by the Spanish, he let them in and then set fire to the powder kegs, exploding. everything and everyone, including yourself. With that, the battle was won. Casa Museo is in the house where Ricaurte was born in 1786.
Today, the museum displays period furniture and weapons, and has pleasant gardens.
Paul Hardcastle - 19 (Destruction Mix)
They fought the longest war in american history.
They fought the longest war in american history.
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war
But it wasn't
It was different in many ways
And so were those who did the fighting
In world war two the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19 . . .
'Don't Count the Days; Make the Days Count'
- Muhammad Ali
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"Stand by Me" sung by Muhammad Ali
He floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee
He was the legendary Muhammad Ali
the greatest boxer that ever fought
a humanitarian that not only taught
us all to dream and reach up high
but if life knocks you down then get up again and touch the sky
he never let illness get him down
he fought that fight bravely until the final round
he was a poet and campaigner for civil rights
he was an author and he even sang between his fights
he sang Stand by Me in 1963
I could listen to him sing that song endlessly
The world has lost an inspirational man
but his legacy will carry on
He was the greatest Champion
not just of boxing but of his fellow man.
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After the disaster of the Russian campaign Napoleon fought a number of defensive battles in Germany. He won his last victory in Dresden before his defeat at Leipzig which forced him to retreat into France.
Apres le désastre de la campagne de Russie, Napoléon remporta plusieurs victoires en Allemagne. Il remporta la dernière à Dresde avant la défaite de Leipzig qui le força à battre retraite en France.
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Polly
I fought so hard to save you
I tried to make it right
Your eyes had lost their sparkle
I held on really tight
The time had come
To set you free
To let you play again
To run & skip and wag your tail
and be my 'Polly Dog' again
I would have given you
my last breath
But nothing seemed to work
My last few days with you
Filled my heart with worth
Thank you for your friendship
Loyalty and Love
Thank you for your 8 years of devotion
Your now with the Doggy Angels above.
Usually seen quietly fishing., just now and again territorial rights have to be earned and fought for! These two put on a very entertaining 'feather-weight' contest., no knockdowns., just a lot of noise and splashing until one decided that retreating to the next lake would probably lead to a quieter life
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Antonio Ricaurte fought under Bolivar's command and is remembered for his act of sacrifice at the Battle of San Mateo (near Caracas, Venezuela) in 1814. Defending an armory and closely surrounded by the Spaniards, he let them in and then set fire to the powder kegs, blasting everything and everyone, including himself. With that, the battle was won.
Battles are fought in the shadows, where true strength is forged in silence. The greatest adventure lies not in the glory seen, but in the weight we carry alone—unbroken, unyielding, burning with the heart of a warrior.
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An eastbound crosses Slate Creek at Lamoine, California on a nice spring afternoon. This train had just met a short westbound at Delta siding with an SPSF-painted unit on the point. My traveling companion wanted to go after that train. Since I was driving, I opted for this job. Que sera sera...
He fought quietly, and we fought with him.
His body was smaller and more fragile than it should have been, his past and true age unknown.
Hidden illness, surgery, and complications followed—things no one could see at first.
We did everything we could, but his little body couldn’t go on.
He passed away peacefully, loved and held.
He came fragile, with battles already inside him.
From the first day on, his life was care, patience, and hope.
What he asked for was simple—to be loved, and not be alone.
I gave him everything I had.
And I felt his gratitude in every quiet moment.
Mochi
About 3–5 years old
Born sometime, somewhere
† December 18, 2025
The Lions make the big kills and eat their fill, then along come the bone crunching Hyena's. What's left is fought over by the Jackals and Vultures. The Black-backed Jackal is always very wary when approaching a kill ensuring he does not become part of the feast.
Deep in the Florida woods, a weathered gravestone stands alone, half-swallowed by moss and shadow. It marks the resting place of John Moss Field, a volunteer who fought in the Indian War of 1835. But the silence around it feels too heavy, too deliberate. The stone’s inscription glows faintly in the filtered light, as if still calling out across centuries. The forest seems to lean in, listening. This black and white photograph captures more than history, it hints at a lingering presence, a soldier who never truly left.
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These statues are part of an art exhibition in Budapest.
The New World Design for Contemporary Art presents almost 600sqm of the world of the Great War, which can be seen as the epoch that radically changed the world order of the time: the formerly stable empires have dissolved, culture and public thought have changed dramatically. World War II buried the old world, the result of a new world conflagration and then the Cold War. Europe was bleak in the twilight that the 20th century was dominated by America and Russia.
The exhibition takes visitors from happy peace to enthusiasm for war and bitter disappointment. It shows how the civilization of civilized and global warfare was fought, how the 19th century came to a standstill and the hinterland became the battlefield. The nature of war has changed: victory has now become a function of the amount of war material.
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Dad's maternal grandfather fought for the Canadian Armed Forces (then under British command) at the famous battle of the Somme in WW1. He was lucky to come home alive, though it was minus a leg.
The Kokoda Track Memorial Walkway is a living memorial and a principal site of commemoration honouring all those who fought for Australia during World War II.
Kilmainham Gaol was once a prison and is now a museum in Dublin. The guided tour takes you on a journey through Irish history as you discover the stories of people held here as ordinary criminals, alongside political prisoners who fought for Ireland's independence. It became a very moving experience for us to be standing in this place as we listened to the heartfelt commentary of our guide.
Morcote is a municipality in the Swiss canton of Ticino situated about 10 kilometres from Lugano in the district of Lugano on the shore of Lake Lugano.
Morcote is first mentioned historically in 926 as Murcau, which comes from the Latin Morae caput, meaning head of the hill. In 1353 it was mentioned as Murchoe and again in 1453 as Murchote.
Starting around 1100, Morcote was home to a castle that was built to guard and control commerce on the lake. Until the dam was built in Melide in 1847, Morcote was the largest port on Lake Lugano. Goods from northern Italy were shipped across the lake to the rest of Ticino. In 1422 the town was granted privileges by the Duke of Milan, which included the rights to impose taxes, self-government, independent fishing and the right to hold markets. After the plague year of 1432, only seven families survived in the town. The town was often caught between the rival powers of Milan and Como as they fought for control in Lombardy. In 1517 the region came under the control of the Old Swiss Confederation, and was added to the Vogtei of Lugano. However Morcote retained extensive rights, including judicial and tax autonomy as well as fishing rights over the entire lake.
During the Late Middle Ages the major industries of Morcote included fishing, farming and shipping. During the end of the Middle Ages, artists began to move into the town as well. In 1583 the town had a self-supporting parish established in the parish church Santa Maria del Sasso, which dated from the 13th century.
In 1862, seven houses slid into the lake.
During the 19th century tourism grew into a major industry in Morcote. In the late 20th and early 21st centuries, wine production and handicrafts have been added to tourism.
During the Revolutionary War, Patriot Militia under leaders like Francis Marion and Thomas Sumter operated extensively in the Low Country, striking British supply lines and outposts. Marion’s men, known for their mobility, used the swamps and backroads to evade larger British forces.
After the disaster of the Russian campaign Napoleon fought a number of defensive battles in Germany. He won his last victory in Dresden before his defeat at Leipzig which forced him to retreat into France.
Apres le désastre de la campagne de Russie, Napoléon remporta plusieurs victoires en Allemagne. Il remporta la dernière à Dresde avant la défaite de Leipzig qui le força à battre retraite en France.
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Nokalakevi (Georgian: ნოქალაქევი) also known as Archaeopolis (Ancient Greek: Ἀρχαιόπολις, literally meaning ancient town) and Tsikhegoji (in Georgian "Fortress of Kuji") and according to some sources "Djikha Kvinji" in Mingrelian, is a village and archaeological site in the Senaki municipality, Samegrelo-Zemo Svaneti region, Georgia.
Located by the river Tekhuri, on the northern edge of the Colchian plain in Samegrelo, western Georgia, lie the ruins of Nokalakevi. Occupying approximately 20ha, the site was known to early Byzantine historians as Archæopolis, and to the neighbouring Georgian (Kartlian) chroniclers as Tsikhegoji, or the fortress of Kuji — a Colchian ruler or eristavi. The fortress is located 15 km from the modern town of Senaki on the Martvili road, and would have commanded an important crossing point of the river Tekhuri, at the junction with a strategic route that still winds through the neighbouring hills to Chkhorotsqu in central Samegrelo. Nokalakevi-Archaeopolis played a part in the major wars fought between the Byzantines and Sasanians in the South Caucasus during the sixth century AD. It was one of the key fortresses guarding Lazika (modern Mingrelia) from Sasanian, Persian and Iberian (East Georgian/Kartlian) attack. During the war of AD 540-562, the Persians' failure to take Nokalakevi-Archaeopolis from the Byzantines and the Laz eventually cost them control of Lazika.
The early Byzantine defensive fortifications of Nokalakevi-Archaeopolis take advantage of the site's position within a loop of the river Tekhuri, which has carved a gorge through the local limestone to the west of the fortress. The steep and rugged terrain to the north of the site made the citadel established there almost unassailable. A wall connected this 'upper town' to the 'lower town' below, where excavations have revealed stone buildings of the fourth to sixth century AD. Beneath these late Roman period layers there is evidence of several earlier phases of occupation and abandonment, from the eighth to second centuries BC.
After the disaster of the Russian campaign Napoleon fought a number of defensive battles in Germany. He won his last victory in Dresden before his defeat at Leipzig which forced him to retreat into France.
Apres le désastre de la campagne de Russie, Napoléon remporta plusieurs victoires en Allemagne. Il remporta la dernière à Dresde avant la défaite de Leipzig qui le força à battre retraite en France.
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„... Movin' on from yesterday. Let it pass you by. But the tree knows everything... Die Dunkelheit gewinnt dort, wo es kein Licht gibt. Diese Worte sind auf die Welt an sich übertragbar. Und diese Worte sind dabei alles andere als nur eine Metapher. Doch woher kommt das Licht; die Hoffnung? Auch aus der Wahrheit. Die manchmal traurig ist. Aber man kann alles ändern. .. Ich war nie unpolitisch. Aber mich hat die Politik schon vor langer Zeit verloren. Sie ist notwendig, aber nur die wenigsten von uns sind für sie gemacht worden. Würde heute jemand im Plenum über das Wasser gehen, dann würde man sagen, er oder sie kann nicht schwimmen. Die Mitte zerfällt und wird von den Rändern zerrieben. Mich betrifft das und doch habe ich kein Mitleid. Warum auch. Der Populismus ist keine Erfindung der Neuzeit. Sein Wiedererstarken hat etwas mit der Geschichtsvergessenheit zu tun. Und mit der Angst vor dem Wähler. Nur welches Kind will schon gerne angelogen werden? Wer spricht über Ungleichheit in der Vermögensverteilung, wer über das wachsende Armutsrisiko im Alter? Ist eine Steuer- und Abgabenlast von über 50 % bei einem 'normalen' Einkommen sozial gerecht? Und warum dürfen die oberen 10 % rund 60 % des Gesamtvermögens besitzen? Neiddebatten, ja klar. Ich nenne es eher sozialen Sprengstoff... Parteisoldaten, die in Kaderschmieden erzogen wurden... Das sehe ich so. Der ursprüngliche Gedanke hinter der Demokratie hat sich schon lange verflüchtigt... Darum die ständige Suche nach Feindbildern. Und das Ausrichten der Scheinwerfer auf vermeintlich wichtige Themen. Wir wechseln alle paar Jahre den Lokführer aus, mehr nicht. Aber die Weichen werden nicht mehr umgelegt. Es geht nur noch in Richtung marktkonformer Demokratie und ewigem Wachstum. Denn je mehr auf dem Tisch über uns ankommt, um so mehr Krümel fallen für uns herab. Mehr dürfen wir nicht erwarten. Wir undankbares Pack. Unsere Arbeit soll sich endlich wieder lohnen. Aber nicht für uns selbst, versteht sich. Ich bekomme keinen Cent für eine Überstunde und mache doch jeden Tag länger... Ich bin dumm. Natürlich. Aber deswegen erlaube ich mir auch Dinge, an die manche andere nicht einmal denken würden... Ich gehe wählen. Aber nicht am Rand und nicht in der Mitte... Die Rattenfänger an den REändern sollen ihre vergifteten Köder selbst fressen. Und der Leere der Mitte ziehe ich die Leere der Nacht vor... And we fought and we fought. We didn't understand...“
Adam F & Kirsty Hawkshaw - The Tree Knows Everything Revisited
Kayla yanked Adrienne behind a dumpster a few yards from the door, pressing her back against the cold metal as she scanned the alley. It was the same narrow passage they’d jumped to upon arriving at the restaurant.
“What was that about?” Adrienne murmured, her voice slightly unsteady. “I was just starting to feel the wine.”
Kayla held up a finger to her lips, a quiet shhh escaping her.
Just then, the side door flew open, and two men stepped into the alley. Their eyes swept up and down the dimly lit corridor.
“They’re not out here. Check the restroom, search the place!” one ordered.
A second voice murmured, “They may have jumped.”
The man in the gray suit slipped back inside, but the one in black remained, his gaze fixed on the shadows.
Kayla and Adrienne were on high alert. He was one of them. Without hesitation, they shifted between dimensions, peering at him through the haze of the veil.
“I saw our waiter speaking to the man in gray,” Kayla whispered. “They were watching us. I knew something was off.”
Adrienne frowned. “How did the waiter know who we were?”
“He’s human, so I’m not sure. But if the reptiles in this timeline have started mixing their DNA with humans, it’s possible he was controlled—maybe even able to sense us. If that’s the case, we didn’t detect him at all. That’s what worries me.”
The man in the black suit prowled the alley, nostrils flaring.
Then, in a deep, guttural voice thick with mucus, he snarled, “I smell you. You are here.”
In a blink, his form twisted, shifting into something monstrous. Scales rippled across his skin, his mouth stretching wide to reveal rows of jagged teeth dripping with spittle. A primal scream erupted from his throat, reverberating through the alley. He slashed the air with his talons ripping long claw marks in the steel dumpster.
Adrienne stiffened in horror. Even with the dimensional barrier protecting them, he felt terrifyingly close. She fought to suppress her own scream.
Kayla had seen this transformation before. She knew the effect it would have on Adrienne and instinctively wrapped her arm around her.
Then, as suddenly as he had changed, the reptile snapped back to his human disguise and vanished inside.
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Antonio Ricaurte fought under the command of Bolivar. He is remembered for his act of sacrifice at the Battle of San Mateo (near Caracas, Venezuela) in 1814. Defending an armory and closely surrounded by the Spanish, he let them in and then set fire to the powder kegs, exploding. everything and everyone, including yourself. With that, the battle was won. Casa Museo is in the house where Ricaurte was born in 1786.
Today, the museum displays period furniture and weapons, and has pleasant gardens.
The Siege of Jaffa was a military engagement between the French army under Napoleon Bonaparte and Ottoman forces under Ahmed al-Jazzar. It was fought from 3 to 7 March 1799, when French forces managed to capture the city.
Le siège de Jaffa eut lieu du 3 au 7 mars 1799 pendant la campagne d'Égypte. L'armée de Bonaparte y défait les forces ottomanes de Djezzar Pacha et prend la ville.
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Portrait from the D-Day 75th Anniversary Dakota Flight of DC-3 and C-47 aircraft crossing the Atlantic on the same route that they took 75 years ago. This fine costumed Airborne Paratrooper was happy to pose for me here at Prestwick International Airport, Scotland.
I choose to remember with reverence, those who fought for Victory in Europe, particularly today, on the 75th Anniversary. We should never forget the sacrifices of all of them and their loved ones. I do not, however, choose to celebrate the 75th Anniversary of victory. We needed victory at the time to bring peace and while I remember the victory with reverence, I celebrate the 75 years of Peace in Europe that they brought us. They fought for peace and I choose to celebrate that peace. May peace endure in their honour. Lest we forget.
Photograph from May 2019.
Les Deux Frères face au Cap Sicié - Les Deux Frères sont deux rochers émergeant à la pointe du Cap Sicié (Var, France) et visibles depuis la plage des Sablettes à La Seyne-sur-Mer. C'est un lieu qui accueille de nombreux plaisanciers ainsi que des clubs de plongée dont l'objectif est la visite d'une épave située à proximité immédiate.
La légende locale raconte que deux frères trouvèrent un soir une sirène blessée sur la plage. Ils la soignèrent et tombèrent éperdument amoureux et dans leur folie, ils s’entre-tuèrent. La sirène, avant de regagner les flots, supplia Poséidon de leur laisser une forme apparente en souvenir de leur passion. Le dieu de la mer y dressa les deux rocs.
Le mythe des Deux Frères a donné lieu à d’autres interprétations. L’une d’entre elles, parle de deux frères pêcheurs inséparables, jusqu’à ce qu’une sirène ne séduise le plus jeune des deux et l’attire au fond de l’eau. L’aîné, tentant de le sauver, trouva lui aussi la mort ne pouvant résister au charme de la créature marine. Pendant son agonie, il supplia Apollon (pourquoi Apollon ?) de leur laisser la vie sauve et de les rendre à jamais inséparables. C’est ainsi qu’ils se virent transformés en deux roches jumelles au large du Cap Sicié.
La légende raconte aussi qu’une pieuvre géante dévore les visiteurs imprudents ! Dans les années 60, il se disait même que les autorités avaient érigé un grillage autour de l’îlot afin d’éviter la mort aux plongeurs trop curieux.
Les deux Frères (The Two Brothers) facing Cap Sicié - The Two Brothers are two rocks emerging at the tip of Cap Sicié (Var, France) and visible from the Sablettes beach in La Seyne-sur-Mer. It is a place that welcomes many boaters as well as diving clubs whose objective is to visit a wreck located in the immediate vicinity.
The myth of “Les Deux Frères” has given rise to various interpretations. One of them speaks of two fishermen brothers who were inseparable until a mermaid seduced the youngest and lured him down into the depths of the sea. In an attempt to save him, his elder was also dragged to his death, unable to resist the charm of the sea creature. During his agonising final minutes, he begged the god Apollo to save them and ensure they were forever together. And that is how they came to be transformed into two rocks located offshore of Cape Sicié.
The second myth evokes an injured mermaid washed up on the beach, whom the two sailors tried to save. But as misfortune would have it, they both fell madly in love with her and fought to the death. When the mermaid swam back out to sea, she begged Poseidon to bless them with a visible and immutable form in memory of their shared passion. The god of seas and oceans answered her wish by transforming the two unfortunate sailors into two rocks.
Legend tells also that a giant octopus devours careless visitors… In the Sixties, it was even said that the authorities erected a fence around the little island to avoid overly-curious divers meeting their demise.
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On Thanksgiving day, these two boys fought for the attention of a lady bedded down in the leaves about 100 yards away. I found it hard to watch. I thought they were going to kill each other. The one on the right had a gimpy leg and the one on the left had lost one of his antlers from about 4 inches up. Both may have had a disadvantage, but OMG were they strong and persistent. From a far distance I could see what appeared to be green landscape tape wrapped around one buck's antlers. When I loaded the shot to my computer and zoomed in, I saw what it really was. He came back later that day and was free of the Christmas lights.
Fought my way through the Aliens and the Robot Drones. I have located the portal to their Mother - Ship. It seems clothes can not pass through. I hope my gun can port up. I will save you Rosario!
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Homage to Otto Weidt – In the famous backyard at Haus :Otto Weidt (2 May 1883 - 22 December 1947) was the owner of a workshop in Berlin for blind and deaf. During the Holocaust, he fought to protect his Jewish workers against deportation and he has been recognised for his work as one of the Righteous Men of the World's Nations. The Museum of Otto Weidt's Workshop for the Blind remains on the original site of the factory and is dedicated to his life.
This Osprey fought with this fish in the dirt before perching in this tree to eat it. The fish is covered with dirt and mud but that didn't stop him from digging to the good parts. Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve
Against the blizzards we fought, knee deep in snow(in places :) falling on our backsides, battling against the elements,through woods and fields,to get this shot, haha. It was fun! Our walk through the woods to this place was like being in Narnia, magical,I wouldnt have been surprised to see a lampost and Mr Tumnus! A great day, felt so alive! :) Visited with AlternativeDayOut.
The sad effects of the wildfires in Jasper and the rest of the National park.... this view a bit up on Maligne Lake road
Thank you to all first responders who fought to protect Jasper. They worked tirelessly day and night, to protect this community, which to many, is their home. Their selflessness and bravery are truly commendable – we will always remember the extraordinary dedication they displayed during the challenging early days of this wildfire response.
The Jasper fires refer to the devastating Jasper wildfires of July 2024, which destroyed approximately 30% of the townsite, forced the evacuation of 25,000 people for nearly a month, (and continuing) and significantly impacted properties and infrastructure, though critical facilities were saved. Fueled by lightning and extreme drought conditions, the monstrous fire complex generated its own weather and rapidly consumed the area.
Impact:
Approximately 358 buildings, including homes and two churches, were destroyed.
About 25,000 residents and visitors were evacuated.
Critical infrastructure like the hospital and schools remained intact. The wildfire complex created its own weather system with a wall of flame up to 100 meters high.
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The legend of Sakura takes place hundreds of years ago in ancient Japan. At that time, the feudal lords fought terrible battles where many humble fighters died, immersing the whole country in sadness and desolation. There were few moments of peace. A new war would start right after another one ended.
In spite of all this, there was a beautiful forest that even war couldn’t touch. It was full of leafy trees that exhaled delicate perfumes and consoled the tormented inhabitants of ancient Japan. No matter how many wars there were, none of the armies dared to stain that beautiful forest.
However, there was a tree that never blosommed in that forest. Although it was full of life, its branches never had any flowers at all. For that reason, it looked lanky and dry, as if it were dead. It wasn’t, though. It just seemed like it wasn’t destined to blossom.
A hint of magic
The tree was very lonely. The animals that were there wouldn’t go near it for fear of catching its strange evil. Grass wouldn’t grow around it either for the same reason. Its only company was loneliness. The legend of Sakura tells that a fairy was moved when she saw how old the tree looked, despite the fact that it was young.
One night, the fairy appeared next to the tree and, with kind words, let it know she wanted to see it look beautiful and radiant. She was willing to help it. Thus, she’d use her powers to cast a spell that would last 20 years. During that time, the tree would be able to feel what human hearts feel. Maybe that way it would be happy and feel ready to blossom once again.
The fairy told the tree that, thanks to the spell, it could turn into both a plant and a human being whenever it wanted. However, if it wasn’t able to recover its vitality and brightness after those 20 years, it would die immediately.
Meeting Sakura
Just as the fairy said, the tree saw that it could turn into a human being and a plant whenever it wished. It tried staying as a human being for a long time to see if human emotions helped it blossom. However, it was totally disappointed at first. As much as it looked around, all it saw was war and hatred. After this, it went back to being a plant.
The legend of Sakura tells that a lot of years passed and nothing changed. No matter what it did, the tree couldn’t seem to find a way out of that miserable state. However, one afternoon it decided to become human. Then, it walked to a crystal clear stream where it saw a beautiful young lady. Her name was Sakura. The tree was very impressed with her beauty so it decided to approach her.
Sakura was very kind to it. To reciprocate her kindness, it helped her carry some water to her house, which was just around the corner. They had a lively conversation where they spoke with sadness about the wars that were going on in Japan and the many dreams they had.
The legend of Sakura: Love is miraculous
When the girl asked for its name, the tree said Yohiro. They became very close friends. They’d meet to talk, sing, and read poems and amazing stories on a regular basis. The more the tree got to know Sakura, the more it wanted to be by her side. Every day it would count the minutes just to be with her again.
The legend of Sakura tells that Yohiro couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to confess its love to Sakura. In addition, it told her what it really was: a tormented tree that was soon going to die because it couldn’t blossom. Sakura was shocked and didn’t say anything for a while.
More time passed and the 20 years were about to be up. Yohiro, who went back to being a tree, kept feeling sadder as each day passed.
One afternoon, when it least expected it, Sakura showed up beside it. She hugged the tree and told it that she felt the same way. She didn’t want it to die. At that moment, the fairy appeared and proceeded to ask Sakura if she wanted Yohiro to remain human or if she wanted to merge with Yohiro in tree form.
Sakura looked around and remembered the war. Then, she chose to merge with Yohiro. And the miracle was done. The two became one and the tree finally blossomed. Their love perfumes Japanese fields ever since. The legend of Sakura shows us that another person can bring out the best in us.