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23d Bomb Squadron "Barons" at Nellis for a Green Flag exercise. Between the the Minot and Barksdale B-52s at Nellis for Red Flag, there were 10 BUFFs at Vegas.
Aqua Net. Brut. Tabu. Grey Flannel.
The Egyptians brought Aramis.
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From the ankles down:
Thailand.
From the ankles up:
Egypt.
Sure, honey. If tonight requires a vampire lover, I’m your woman.
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Khamis opened with Cleopatra’s hair color.
Really?
Jean answered with Nabataeans, Mithridates, and empires.
Soon they were talking about Napoleon and Cleopatra as if they still had a say.
Different countries. Same room.
The night didn’t ask where they came from.
Only what they carried in.
And she carried in an entire library of ancient history.
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Ever wonder why some foreign officers partied at the NCO Clubs?
Sometimes Cleopatra worked better there.
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Linda, a volunteer, was doing back breaking work planting.
"Camas (Camas quamash) marked with red flags, a beautiful blue spring flower. The bulbs were cultivated as a staple food by the Indigenous peoples as were the white flagged Nodding onion (Allium cernuum). The third plant a little higher on the hill is Hardhack (Spirea douglasii ssp douglasii)"
Coast Mountains, Inner Harbour. Burrard Inlet,
New Brighton Park,
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
A great link;
naturevancouver.ca/new-brighton-park-restoration-project-...
Nellis AFB, NV.
Red Flag RF12-3.
When the "Stingers" participated in the then still old color scheme.
Photo prise sur la plage de Porto en Corse un jour de baignade interdite..
picture taken by the sea side in Corsica, swimming was prohibited this day..
** All For Freedom
United States - US Air Force (USAF) (91-0379) Lockheed Martin F-16C Fighting Falcon part of 79th Fighter Squadron "Tigers" SW recovering back to Nellis Air Force Base - during Red Flag 23-2
“Haida artist Tamara Bell installs 215 shoes on the steps of Vancouver Art Gallery as a memorial to Indigenous children who died at residential schools”…
I took these last week, my first time downtown since February 2020. The memorial is heartbreaking and powerful.
This collage shows a portion of the small red flags across from the Art Gallery steps memorial. One for each child. I took these to honour all of the little children and their families. I was moved to tears as would anyone with a heart.
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Red flag (means that the surf is high or there are dangerous currents, or both) was flying over the weekend at Navarre Beach Florida during the evening sunset.
Reader note: adult memoir themes, desire, memory, relationships, and emotional consequence.
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Khamis was not just
a body to her.
He became shelter.
Weight.
Heat.
Voice.
A human anchor.
Not because it was sexual.
Because she felt safe.
The way he lay there,
talked to her,
held her close,
and quieted something in her
left an imprint.
So when he left,
it was not only
that a man went away.
The person
whose presence calmed her
removed that presence
from her life.
That was a different grief.
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She was not only longing
for romance
or touch.
She was longing
for the physical closeness
that had told her body:
You are safe now.
You can stop bracing.
I am here.
Her body received
something larger
than desire.
Safety.
Recognition.
Rest.
Containment.
That does not mean
he owed her
his whole life.
But it does mean
his leaving hurt
in a way ordinary absence
does not explain.
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Something beloved
is going away.
You can see it happening.
You cannot stop it.
The loved thing
is leaving.
She could not keep him.
She had to stand there
and watch him go.
That is why
his leaving became
so enormous inside her.
It was not only
about romance.
For a little while,
he had not been
the leaving.
He had been warmth.
Weight.
Voice.
Presence.
Shelter.
Containment.
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She carried grief
from 1979
because something in her
kept asking:
Where did the shelter go?
The answer came slowly.
The shelter had to become
her own.
She built rooms
of her own.
She carried the note.
She survived
without the weight of him.
But the younger woman
still remembered
what it felt like
when someone else
held things steady
for a while.
That was not weakness.
That was memory
held in the body.
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When Khamis returned in 1985,
something she had carried
for six years
rose again.
It was:
You’re back.
You’re really back.
I never thought
I would see you again.
That was not just desire.
It was recognition.
Maybe she should have cried.
Maybe she should have gone
straight to him
and told him the truth
before pride,
politeness,
fear,
and old habits
took over.
Or maybe he would have frozen.
Maybe he would have stepped
behind pride.
Maybe the truth
would have been too exposed
in the room.
She was trying
to read him.
She was trying
to protect herself.
She was trying not
to make a fool of herself
in front of a man
who had already disappeared once.
But emotionally,
the greeting was simple:
You came back.
I thought
I had lost you forever.
I still love you. I never stopped.
She carried what mattered and brought her own light.
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I am carrying grief, memory, and unfinished business from Khamis.
A few more cussing episodes and I believe I'll be all right.
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Carrego comigo a saudade, as memórias e algumas histórias que ficaram por resolver.
Com mais alguns desabafos, algumas palavras menos elegantes e um pouco de tempo...
creio que ficarei bem.
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The girl who got knocked
sideways by a rare signal from an Egyptian Air Force officer known to her
as Khamis
in 1979
and again in 1985
put the tea on,
opened her memory chest,
and wrote down
what she lived.
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After a lifetime of building, she was ready to reduce the cargo and increase the range.
She wanted to keep what mattered, release what didn't, and travel light enough to see what was still waiting.
From George AFB to Malta.
From waitressing to archives.
From honey to warm wind.
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Nadia's Theme
youtu.be/S1_xDytEB1Q?si=wl4Mngruo0bkR9BS
performed by Henry Mancini
(Composed by Barry De Vorzon and Perry Botkin Jr.)
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Forgiveness
youtu.be/x4WzH-LKfdY?si=HftayGP-li_Q_5Hw
Elisa Toffoli
Lyrics:
Fishing boats in any port are always a lovely sight, but there’s something about these brightly coloured boats with their fluttering red flags that make the Vietnamese fleet quite special.
These boats, in a fishing village south of Nha Trang, usually head to the sea in the late afternoon and stay out all night, returning with their catches in the early morning. With a coastline of 3,260 kilometres, it’s estimated that the country’s fishing fleet comprises more than 120,000 boats like these (and some a lot smaller).
A backlit view with harsh shadows on a late winter afternoon near King's College London, Strand area.
This picture is really ugly cause I used my old point and shoot and I cropped it.This a low flying RAAF C-130 near the Cedar Pipeline ranch.
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