."No, I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh, little darling of mine I can't for the life of me Remember a sadder day I know they say let it be But it just don't work out that way And the course of a lifetime runs Over and over again No, I would not give you false hope (no) On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh, little darling of mine I just can't believe it's so Though it seems strange to say I never been laid so low In such a mysterious way And the course of a lifetime runs Over and over again But I would not give you false hope (no) On this strange and mournful day When the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away" Paul Simon.

 

."He broke from them and then he broke from himself. I've never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart." Captain Willard, "Apocalypse Now".

 

."Those who adapt, you go there with one mindset and you adapt. You adapt to the atrocities of war, to the killing and dying, until it doesn't bother you. I should say it doesn't bother you as much." Roger Harris, 1st Battalion, Third Marine Division Con Thien, the Rockpile, the Market Place. Republic of South Vietnam, March 1967.

 

."In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons" - Herodotus.

 

. "I was reminded that when we lose and I strike out, a billion people in China don't care." Reggie Jackson.

 

 "When you've played this game for ten years and gone to bat seven-thousand times and gotten two-thousand hits do you know what that really means? It means you've gone zero for five-thousand." Reggie Jackson.

 

."Aw, to sleep, perchance not to dream." Philip Joseph Caputo "A Rumor of War".“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” (Hamlet).

 

"Shit!" The chair dropped forward with a bang. The trooper furiously stubbed out his cigarette in the base of a hacksawed 155 shell-casing and stormed out. There was silence from the other men. No words of annoyance at my failure to pick up the mail. But no words to gloss over the rudeness of their teammate either. For that trooper-for all of them at that moment-a mailman was more important than anyone who showed up with two bars on his collar, even a doctor. Lanny Hunter, "Exit Wounds"

 

At the man's heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the proper wolf dog, gray coated and without any visible or temperamental difference from its brother the wild wolf. The animal was depressed by the tremendous cold. It knew it was no time for travelling. Its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man's judgement. In reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero; it was colder than sixty-below, than seventy below. It was seventy-five below zero. Since the freezing point is thirty-two above zero, it meant that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained. The dog did not know anything about thermometers. Possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the man's brain. But the brute had its instinct. It experienced a vague but menacing apprehension that subdued it and made it slink along at the man's heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if expecting him to go into camp or seek shelter somewhere and build a fire. The dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the air. Jack London "To Build a Fire"

For there shall be no remembrance of the wise no more than of the fool for ever, and the times to come shall cover all things together with oblivion: the learned dieth in like manner as the unlearned." Ecclesiastes 2:16

“Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.” John Robert Wooden


 
"Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer." Ted Williams



 "I want to make this clear, we did not torture prisoners and we did not mutilate them. But to be a prisoner you had to make it to the rear. If we got ahold of him, if he fell into our hands, he was just one sorry f@cker. It's hard to explain, that it would make sense." John Musgrave, 1st Battalion, Third Marine Division May 1967, Republic of South Vietnam.

 ""No one notices your tears. No one notices your pain. No one notices your sadness. But they all notice your mistakes.” Author Unknown

 “Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.” William Congreve

 “But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.” William Congreve

 "This song is a stream of consciousness song, which means essentially is that you never listen to the lyrics. You just listen to the feelings that they convey. But you can't listen to it, you just have to feel it." Neil Diamond about "Holly Holy".

 "Airports see more sincere hugs and kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches." Author Unknown

 "One hand touched the daughter's grave, the other that of the sons...He was not a man in whom pity had a large home but compassion ran deep in him now. For perhaps ten minutes he looked down at her and listened, until the utter bitterness of it, the quivering of her flesh and soul in the loss, was more than he chose to endure. Laying his rifle down and holding the roast with his left hand, with his right he draped the robe across her shoulders and over her lap. He then set the green stick in the earth at her side, with the spitted roast on it. She gave no sign that she was aware of him. After looking at her a full minute he was convinced she was not. Our Father in heaven, could grief be deeper than that!". Vardis Fisher "Mountain Man"

 "You know when a man is deeply broken and hurt he goes into a very dark place only himself can get out of, no matter what people do or say no advice will be any good". Author Unkown

 "The middle of May is a time of hope in Newfoundland. The hope is that winter will at last disappear. Although snow may yet fall, alder and birch are beginning to bud in inland valleys. Out on the barrens the larch trees are still bare, but horned larks and buntings fly bravely, low to the ground, over wind-rippled clumps of tussock grass. Along the coast the first warblers-blackpolls, myrtles and yellowthroats-begin to invade sheltered pockets of drawf spruce on the lee slopes of towering headlands. In each outport, as the more isolated fishing communities are generally known, laughing troops of boys and girls eagerly clutch long bamboo poles as they srike out over the barrenlands in search of their favorite pond. If the wind drops and the sun comes on strong, insects will rise, birds will sing, and hungry little brook trout will fill their creels. But, of course, the gray clouds in the west can at any moment race across the moors, spitting wet snow or cold rain, and force the children to run home. It does not matter, really. Tomorrow or the next day will do as well. Spring in Newfoundland is not a recognizable climatic season. Rather it is a state of mind. Hope identifies and sustains it throughout, a sure hope that winter will inevitably relax, that children will soon be free to play long hours out of doors, and that men can return to the sea". William W. Warner "Distant Water"

 "After 3 brutal combat tours in Vietnam I finally hung up my uniform and headed out on the road in civvies. Spent the next two years on the road looking for myself. This song always takes me back. I left Vietnam however Vietnam never left me. I’m 75 now and I’m still looking for me. Maybe I’ll head back out again on the road ... Maybe I’ll be there waiting for me." Author Barry Smith writing about the song "Me and You and a dog named Boo"

 "I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you will do this for me." Col. Walter E. Kurtz "Apocalypse Now"

 "They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write 'fuck' on their airplanes because it is obscene." Col. Walter E. Kurtz "Apocalypse Now"

 "We don't search for old songs we search for old memories" Author Unknown

  "The saddest moments in life are when the people we made the best memories with become a memory" Author unknown