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“There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is not permanent. You can meet years later as old friends and share what happened in your life. You can smile and laugh about all the nonsense that you both went through. However, letting go is being okay with never seeing this person ever again…being okay with never knowing how their life turned out…being okay with fifty or more years of silence… being okay with running into that person at a grocery store and having them not acknowledge your presence. This is the part of life that doesn’t sit well with me and never will. It tears my heart in pieces, robs me of gratitude, drains me of anything positive and eats at the faith that holds on. It goes against kindness.”
― Shannon L. Alder
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
“The opposite of the happy ending is not actually the sad ending--the sad ending is sometimes the happy ending. The opposite of the happy ending is actually the unsatisfying ending.”
― Orson Scott Card
"A central open space fitted in with the architects' and planners conception as giving a fair uninterrupted vista from the comparative eminence of the main Headquarters building."
Colonel H Grattan CBE
“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
“Certainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation. The sight of such endless avenues of fishy-eyed vacancy and death, and the thought of such linked infinities of black, brooding compartments given over to cob-webs and memories and the conqueror worm, start up vestigial fears and aversions that not even the stoutest philosophy can disperse.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth
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JHQ Farewell Reception and Parade 11 JUL 13
This event replaced the annual Queen’s Birthday Parade. It hosted a reception for Federal, Lände and Stadt level guests as a part of the BFG Community Engagement Plan. This year the Bundeswehr Musik Korps and Crossed Swords Pipe Band accompanied the Resident Military Band in a musical spectacular that the community was invited to; this included the traditional Beating Retreat.
“We found the bathrooms, which were labeled 'Aliens' and 'Femaliens.'
'Finally,' I said to J.Lo. 'Here's a bathroom you're allowed to use.”
― Adam Rex, The True Meaning of Smekday
JHQ Farewell Reception and Parade 11 JUL 13
This event replaced the annual Queen’s Birthday Parade. It hosted a reception for Federal, Lände and Stadt level guests as a part of the BFG Community Engagement Plan. This year the Bundeswehr Musik Korps and Crossed Swords Pipe Band accompanied the Resident Military Band in a musical spectacular that the community was invited to; this included the traditional Beating Retreat.
JHQ Farewell Reception and Parade 11 JUL 13
This event replaced the annual Queen’s Birthday Parade. It hosted a reception for Federal, Lände and Stadt level guests as a part of the BFG Community Engagement Plan. This year the Bundeswehr Musik Korps and Crossed Swords Pipe Band accompanied the Resident Military Band in a musical spectacular that the community was invited to; this included the traditional Beating Retreat.
“I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
JHQ Farewell Reception and Parade 11 JUL 13
This event replaced the annual Queen’s Birthday Parade. It hosted a reception for Federal, Lände and Stadt level guests as a part of the BFG Community Engagement Plan. This year the Bundeswehr Musik Korps and Crossed Swords Pipe Band accompanied the Resident Military Band in a musical spectacular that the community was invited to; this included the traditional Beating Retreat.
“There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.”
― Richard Proenneke, One Man's Wilderness: An Alaskan Odyssey
“There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise. ”
― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key
“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.”
― Mary Elizabeth Frye
“He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest
I could see a river on the map, I could make out a line of trees in the distance, but I couldn't work out how to get there, so we ended up stopping in the dusty heat by this dry corn field - somewhere between Valladolid and Paliencia
The War Office in 1952 relegated private garages to the status of an amenity. A concession of garages for 50% on the number of houses and approval was only granted after half the project was completed. The cheapest possible garages for the common man were thus sited in blocks.
“The hour of spring was dark at last,
sensuous memories of sunlight past,
I stood alone in garden bowers
and asked the value of my hours.
Time was spent or time was tossed,
Life was loved and life was lost.
I kissed the flesh of tender girls,
I heard the songs of vernal birds.
I gazed upon the blushing light,
aware of day before the night.
So let me ask and hear a thought:
Did I live the spring I’d sought?
It's true in joy, I walked along,
took part in dance,
and sang the song.
and never tried to bind an hour
to my borrowed garden bower;
nor did I once entreat
a day to slumber at my feet.
Yet days aren't lulled by lyric song,
like morning birds they pass along,
o'er crests of trees, to none belong;
o'er crests of trees of drying dew,
their larking flight, my hands, eschew
Thus I’ll say it once and true...
From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
War Graves Commission assume responsibility for the Military Cemetery -
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
“In increments both measurable and not, our childhood is stolen from us -- not always in one momentous event but often in a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.”
― John Irving, Until I Find You