On this day, in 1969, Man first stepped on the Moon. It was the greatest adventure known to Man. I really am fortunate to be born during this era. If I'm alive in the next 10-20 years, I'll be able to see the next lunar launch, and somehow be humanly involved in the adventure I never had the privilege of witnessing.
I must say, space exploration is a most marvellous thing. Just imagine where we'd go...
Ad Astra.
Monday, 20 July 2009
Thursday, 16 July 2009
I am so...
...BORED.
With my class perpetually at 41% attendance due to sickness, lessons cannot continue, so my whole week has been spent doing what little homework there was, then reading Ernst Jünger's Storm of Steel, and John Parker's Black Watch. I shall be reading John Parker's Gurkhas next.
And if it continues, I could lose my mind. God forbid that happen.
A ton of anniversaries coming up. The Apollo 11 anniversary on 20th July, Salamanca on the 22nd, and Talavera on the 27th.
Emdeavour has finally lifted off from the pad, and so I shall be following STS-127 closely. This should be exciting.
But not as exciting as PUP. :D
In a more morbid sense, the PUP title for this year seems like a pre-emptive course in how to handle the worst of crises. "When Your Dreams Are Shattered." It sounds rather foreboding. Something bad is on its way...its too quiet for comfort.
With my class perpetually at 41% attendance due to sickness, lessons cannot continue, so my whole week has been spent doing what little homework there was, then reading Ernst Jünger's Storm of Steel, and John Parker's Black Watch. I shall be reading John Parker's Gurkhas next.
And if it continues, I could lose my mind. God forbid that happen.
A ton of anniversaries coming up. The Apollo 11 anniversary on 20th July, Salamanca on the 22nd, and Talavera on the 27th.
Emdeavour has finally lifted off from the pad, and so I shall be following STS-127 closely. This should be exciting.
But not as exciting as PUP. :D
In a more morbid sense, the PUP title for this year seems like a pre-emptive course in how to handle the worst of crises. "When Your Dreams Are Shattered." It sounds rather foreboding. Something bad is on its way...its too quiet for comfort.
Friday, 3 July 2009
Requiescat in pace
I suddenly feel very emo today for matters not of my immediate concern.
A few days ago, the commanding officer of the 1st Battalion, the Welsh Guards, Lt. Col. Rupert Thorneloe was killed when his vehicle ran over an IED in the 'Ghan. His death is poignant to me, not because I am related to the Welsh Guards in any way, but because of the nature of his death. A few weeks ago, he was alive and well, giving commentary from his base camp while watching the Irish Guards troop their Colour on Horse Guards in London. Now, the man I saw on YouTube is dead. It's quite shocking really, the space of time which this happened. I just saw the interview again. I see a man who is now dead. Also, he was a commanding officer. I am sure he was a father figure to all the Welsh Guardsmen serving with him, and his loss will be mourned by all the members of the battalion. I then wonder, what if this happened to my 'bosses', the authority figures in my life, like my parents or my DGLs? How would I take it? Certainly worse than how I'm taking Lt. Col. Thorneloe's death right now, though I never knew him.
I offer my sincere condolences to the family of the bereaved, and may God comfort you.
(Consequently, his family will also receive the Elizabeth Cross, which was announced the same day he died. How coincidental.)
A few days ago, the commanding officer of the 1st Battalion, the Welsh Guards, Lt. Col. Rupert Thorneloe was killed when his vehicle ran over an IED in the 'Ghan. His death is poignant to me, not because I am related to the Welsh Guards in any way, but because of the nature of his death. A few weeks ago, he was alive and well, giving commentary from his base camp while watching the Irish Guards troop their Colour on Horse Guards in London. Now, the man I saw on YouTube is dead. It's quite shocking really, the space of time which this happened. I just saw the interview again. I see a man who is now dead. Also, he was a commanding officer. I am sure he was a father figure to all the Welsh Guardsmen serving with him, and his loss will be mourned by all the members of the battalion. I then wonder, what if this happened to my 'bosses', the authority figures in my life, like my parents or my DGLs? How would I take it? Certainly worse than how I'm taking Lt. Col. Thorneloe's death right now, though I never knew him.
I offer my sincere condolences to the family of the bereaved, and may God comfort you.
(Consequently, his family will also receive the Elizabeth Cross, which was announced the same day he died. How coincidental.)
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