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The Menin Gate Memorial to the ‘Missing’ is a war memorial in Ypres, Belgium dedicated to the commemoration of British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown.
It is a place where you become still... the sadness AND madness hits me each time...
Another big, unanswered WHY...what was it all for?
"All Wars Arise For The Possession Of Wealth" (Plato)
Following the Menin Gate Memorial opening in 1927, the citizens of Ypres wanted to express their gratitude towards those who had given their lives for Belgium's freedom. As such, every evening at 20:00, buglers from the local fire brigade close the road which passes under the Memorial and sound the Last Post. Except for the occupation by the Germans in World War II when the daily ceremony was conducted at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England, this ceremony has been carried on uninterrupted since 2 July 1928. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres in the Second World War, the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate despite the fact that heavy fighting was still taking place in other parts of the town.
The ceremony is a solemn occasion.. it cannot leave you untouched! The echo bouncing off the thousands of names, all young men, who had no life, they gave it for us... so that we could have today our biggest treasure, FREEDOM! Let's not forget.
Reginald Blomfield's triumphal arch, designed in 1921, is the entry to the barrel-vaulted passage for traffic through the mausoleum that honours the Missing, who have no known graves. The patient lion on the top is the lion of Britain but also the lion of Flanders. It was chosen to be a memorial as it was the closest gate of the town to the fighting, and so Allied Troops would have marched past it on their way to fight. Actually, most troops passed out of the other gates of Ypres, as the Menin Gate was too dangerous due to shellfire.
Its large Hall of Memory contains names on stone panels of 54,896 Commonwealth soldiers who died in the Salient but whose bodies have never been identified or found. On completion of the memorial, it was discovered to be too small to contain all the names as originally planned. An arbitrary cut-off point of 15 August 1917 was chosen and the names of 34,984 UK missing after this date were inscribed on the Tyne Cot Memorial to the Missing instead.
The Menin Gate Memorial does not list the names of the missing of New Zealand and Newfoundland soldiers, who are instead honoured on separate memorials.
People are still coming from all over the world every day, to look for and honour the names of long lost relatives, just to see the engraved name and try and stick a poppy next, just to say: you are not forgotten...
I thank you, Magda.
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KILL ME - Pareciera que solo por el hecho de ser mujer, tenemos un cartel detrás que dice que queremos que nos maten…
It seems that just because of being a woman, we have a sign behind that says that we want to be killed …
At first I thought tadpole, but upon closer look, it seems more like a lizard, a salamander if you will.
Am Eingang zur Grabeskirche in Jerusalem.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
Jumping spider hunting on a wall I set this up with one of the drowned flies from the bee hotel. The jumping spider still very stealthily crept up on the dead fly and jumped to make the kill. The jump is a bit gravity defying as it was partially sideways and the spider is on a vertical wall.
Now it has been a few years since rewatching, but this was the film I was the most excited to revisit in my “Road to Infinity War” watchathon! But out of all the solo films in the first phase of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, I’ve probably seen Captain America: The First Avenger the most! I remember wanting to see this movie so bad, but for some odd circumstances, I remember watching this movie for the first time weeks after its release, but I loved it the first time. I was a fan of Captain America before the film, but the tone was just perfect for me as a 12 year old. Anyways, I just finished watching the film so let’s check out if Captain America: The First Avenger still holds up for me after this incredible journey we’ve seen Cap go through after his first outing!
Good: I think the biggest thing I’ve picked up after this rewatch is how much I love and respect on how the filmmakers handled the mythology of Captain America in this movie. It’s so interesting to watch Steve Rogers start out as propaganda through comics and shows, it was a genius idea of the filmmaker’s! This movie perfectly captures the tone of the original comics, yet still grounds itself through the great character development. The introduction to Steve Rogers into this cinematic universe was absolutely perfect in this film, Marvel Studios casted the perfect man for the job in Chris Evans and I can’t quite possibly see anyone else as the character now! This film is one of the few Marvel films that actually gets better after seeing the films that followed it. Now after watching everything that’s gone down with the relationship between Cap and Bucky in Winter Soldier and Civil War, it’s really cool to watch them as pure friends in this movie. I also believe that this film also has a very underrated villain in the Red Skull. Hugo Weaving does a great performance as Red Skull and I really wish we could see more of him in the future, I mean he’s one of the biggest villains of the Marvel universe, having this great character in one movie seems a bit odd. The last thing I’ll say about this film is I really like how different this feels from the rest of the MCU. Some of the best MCU films are some of the most original in terms of its tone and technical aspects, and the way The First Avenger looks and sounds makes it stand out from the rest of the films. Alan Silvestri created an amazing theme for the character, and I would be upset that it hasn’t returned in the other Captain America films, but I really like the soundtracks for Winter Soldier and Civil War so I don’t mind.
Bad: My biggest complaint with this film is the pacing. This film feels very rushed in terms of the plot and character development. I wish the filmmakers made Steve Rogers Captain America longer in the 40s, it feels like he became Captain America then was frozen in ice in a matter of weeks. It would’ve been cool if there was a time jump so maybe we could return to Steve in the 40s doing stuff as flashback in other films *cough*BlackPanther*cough*. I also wasn’t a fan of how fast Bucky was “killed off,” I really liked their relationship but I wanted to see more of it!
Overall, Captain America: The First Avenger is an amazing first film for an amazing character that ultimately gets dragged down with its rapid pacing. This film is only two hours and I feel like they could’ve added 30 more minutes of development to truly make us feel Cap’s loss when he ultimately gets woken up in the present. That being said, this film is still a solid entry into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but merely a stepping stone to greater and more memorable films. For these reasons, I’m going to give Captain America: The First Avenger a 7.75/10. Let me know your thoughts on the First Avenger are in the comments below and look forward to my review of the film that brought all these heroes together next week!
These were originally done for Esquire but sadly the whole article was killed last minute.
© Mitch Blunt 2010
The cemetery at Skew Street was established in 1825 with the relocation of the Moreton Bay Penal Settlement to Brisbane. It operated until the North Brisbane Burial Ground opened in 1843. During that time 265 people died in Brisbane and most were buried in the cemetery. The cemetery land was converted to freehold and auctioned in 1875. The Helidon Spa Water Company operated a factory on the land and several cottages were built. The construction of Eagle Terrace and Skew Street in the late 1800s and construction of the Grey Street Bridge in the 1920s will have had some impact on the site.
In May 1825 Lieutenant Henry Miller moved the Moreton Bay Settlement from the Redcliffe Peninsula to its present site on the northern bank of the Brisbane River. This was an elevated location with water holes and cooling breezes. The southern bank was a cliff of rock, suitable for building material, and a fertile flood plain. The settlers faced hardship and privation and the paucity of resources combined with thick sub-tropical vegetation made settlement difficult. Between 1826 and 1829, the number of prisoners in the settlement rose from 200 to 1000 and the plight of the convicts whose labour was to establish the settlement was dire.
The site of Brisbane Town was an on-going cause of disquiet, with Commandant Logan proposing that the settlement be moved to Stradbroke Island. However, the difficulties of crossing the bay saw this plan abandoned. Logan continued to seek alternative sites, establishing a number of outstations including Eagle Farm and Oxley Creek. Despite the continued uncertainty about the future of Brisbane Town, building had continued under Commandant Logan, who is given credit for laying out the earliest permanent foundations. Logan was responsible for the building of Brisbane's only surviving convict-constructed buildings, the Commissariat Store and the Tower Mill.
Convict numbers fell 75 percent between 1831 and 1838 by which time the area under cultivation shrank from 200 hectares to only 29. On 10 February 1842 Governor Gipps declared Moreton Bay open for Free Settlement.
The cemetery was established early in the convict period and operated until the opening of the North Brisbane Burial Grounds at Milton in 1843. During the 18 years of its operation there were 265 recorded deaths in Brisbane, including 220 convicts. Most of these people were buried in the First Brisbane Burial Ground. Probably the most famous person buried in the cemetery was the surveyor G. W. Stapylton who it was believed was killed by Aborigines near Mt Lindsay in May 1840. Two Aborigines were later hanged for this murder at the Tower Mill.
Following the closure of the cemetery in 1843 the area remained as unalienated crown land and in 1848 the Moreton Bay Courier described the cemetery:
It is a disgraceful fact that, notwithstanding the repeated complaints in this journal of the exposed condition of the old burial ground, it is now as bad as ever. The temporary fencing which was placed around has almost entirely disappeared.
Four years later it was described:
Six years ago, nearly a hundred tablets, headstones, &c., stood in the old burial ground: now a bare dozen can be counted, and many of these are dilapidated or overturned. The fence is torn down, carried away or burnt..What hands have taken so many monumental stones away none can tell.
Between 1864 and 1875 Skew Street was constructed through the cemetery land to provide vehicle access between Roma Street and North Quay. It had not been constructed by October 1864 as the Surveyor General wrote to the Secretary of Lands on 21 October 1864 that:
The arrangement of the portion including the cemetery be deferred until some future time when the relatives and friends of those who have been interred in the cemetery may be less likely to object to the locality being appropriated as a public thoroughfare.
In October 1875 the cemetery land was divided into 7 town allotments varying in size from 12 perches to 27.5 perches and sold at public auction as Section 41. The sale of the land was specifically to raise funds for the provision of drainage facilities within Brisbane. The purchasers were F. Giles, J. Carmody, Dr J. Waugh and H. Morwitch. Section 41 was described as:
The triangular reserve (formerly a burial ground) between the North Quay, Eagle Cliff (or Terrace), and Skew Street (running from opposite the old entrance to the gaol to the North Quay)
Dr John Waugh arrived in Brisbane in the early 1860s and originally practiced in Stanley Street but later moved his practice to the brick cottage he constructed on this newly acquired land. He was president of the Royal Geographical Society of Queensland for many years.
In 1881 at least three burials were exhumed from the cemetery and removed with their monuments to the Toowong Cemetery. These were all the remains of children who had died at the convict settlement. They were William Roberts, 5 years 2 months old son of Charles Roberts of the Commissariat Department who died in 1831, Peter Macauley, 15 years and 8 months old son of Private Peter Macauley of the 17th Regiment of Foot who died in 1832, and Jane Pittard the 12 month old daughter of Colour Sergeant John Pittard of the 57th Regiment of Foot who died in 1833.
By the 1890s the Helidon Spa Water Company had established a factory on the allotments at the North Quay end of Section 41. Construction of the Grey Street Bridge in the 1920s resulted in resumption of properties and the realignment of roadways at the northern access to the bridge.
E. E. McCormick Place is named after E.E. McCormick in appreciation of his assistance in the acquisition of the area by the council for park purposes.
Source: Queensland Heritage Register & Brisbane City Council Library Services.
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My idea is that smoking definitely kills and this fag packet is her coffin.
Strobist
One Bowens left with collapsed umbrella
Not sure whether this was part of last week's Election campaigning or a fellow Dead Kennedys' fan's work. Plus, I liked the contrasting messages.
A pretty little waterfall located in Robert Treman State Park.
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I open my eyes to a metallic roof and the sound of movement.
I try and cast my mind back to what happened before I ended up here:
The big door.
The alley way.
Darkness.
I had been knocked out, most likely by the man I'm here to find.
The Mechanic.
I look down to my hands to see they are clamped to the table I lie on.
I've been out for a while.
I look around the room I'm being held captive in, and see an incredibly unnerving sight:
All round me hanging from the walls are bodies of the dead, some with parts missing and some horrifically mutilated.
To my right, an array of various butchery tools hang from hooks on the wall.
I am about to try and free my hands from the table's grasp, but before I can the large metal door in the corner slides open.
"Ah, you're awake. That's good,"
A man clad in a metal helmet and grimy overalls wanders into the light.
The Mechanic.
"You liking what you see, huh? Some of my recent work."
He comes right up next to me on the table.
"It's nice to finally meet you, detective Jones."
I attempt to mind scan him, but due to his incredibly unstable mind, finding any rational thoughts is impossible.
"The Mechanic, I presume?"
He nods under his mask.
"You don't have to be a detective to see you're not fixing many vehicles."
"Yes, very good detective. The Mechanic's just a nickname, I guess."
He moves closer to me.
"What do you want with me?"
"Ooh, good question. Good, good question. A question you'll wish you hadn't asked in a moment."
"Enlighten me."
"Very well, detective. You seem keen. As you are well aware, I am, was, a contact of a certain mister Skeevers. We ran a good business together: If people wronged him, he sent them to me,"
"And you do what exactly?"
"Well, they call me the Mechanic, and I suppose in some way I am."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, ordinary mechanics like to take things apart and put them back together again,"
He slides his gloved hand along the desk to my right in a way that feels like he is trying to intimidate me.
"And I like to do that too. Just, not with cars."
"You do it with people..."
"Precisely. Skeevers wasn't really fussed about how I got rid of his enemies, so, yeah."
This man is sick. He tortures living humans, mutilates them and enjoys it.
"So you do all this...for fun? You call this work?"
"Yes. I'm always looking for new and exciting ways I can rebuild a human."
"You're sick..."
"I s'pose I am."
He wanders right up to me and looks down.
"Now, you really pissed off Skeevers. And me for that matter."
He reaches behind him and picks a small cleaver up off the desk.
"And when you piss Skeevers off, you come here. For altering."
He rubs his gloved hand across the cleaver's blade.
"Now usually, I kill them before I work on them. But you, you're a special case. You're responsible for Skeevers being locked up."
He is now right next to me.
"So you get special treatment. And I'm going to thoroughly enjoy it."
He raises the cleaver above my right ankle. He is about to swing it down, but then stops and turns around.
"Hmm. Actually, this blade 'ain't enough."
He places the cleaver down and heads for the door.
"I'll be back in a tic."
And with that, he slams the door behind him and leaves, giving me just enough time to begin loosening the clamps on my wrists.