A symbol of the tremendous sacrifice made by the community that was and honoured by the community that is Parton and Moresby. I would argue that like many things in life, a memorial is much more than the sum of its parts. So, is it just stone and mortar stacked in a corner of a field that will remain forever England?Ībsolutely not. In our case it is an Ornamental gothic Cross, Made of Rubislaw grey granite. I fought in Operation Telic and Op telic 7 in Iraq And Operation Heric 16 and 17 In Afghanistan.Īnd I have a question for you: What is a War Memorial? I gained numerous instructor level qualifications and completed 4 combat tours across 2 war zones. I progressed through the ranks to command my own Challenger 2 Main Battle Tank. I served 12 years in the British Army starting as a tank driver, aged 17. Here’s a little history on me, so you know where I’m coming from. I am Danny Ridyard, I am a Soldier and adopted Partonian. So, here it goes, the passionate words and writing of my best mate (written in the picturesque Copeland Borough village of Parton): My best friend Danny Rudyard had been asked to write a speech for one of many forthcoming memorial services for Remembrance Day. Who we are: life breathing, condition, EMERGENCY, fear, feelings, illness, panic, sick, worry The Parton and Moresby Memorial After what seems like a lifetime, I stand. That brief moment of consciousness loss wakes me sharply. I imagine my coffin and I try to say out loud, “Your number’s up.” I feel my eyes heavily close and I nod my head forwards. I try to slow myself down and understand these moments. I have and choke on a lack of air.įor a moment, I feel my heart speed up. The little moisture in my mouth has an acidic taste. It tears shreds of my windpipe and leaves my mouth tasting bitter and vile. I’m gasping the fiery air and it is raking my pipes on its way down. It is horrid to suddenly feel so debilitated. I try to focus but my pulse is in both ears and drumming so loud. There’s ice under me and the clouds over head are dancing, except it’s a ceiling. My feet are rooted to the ground but they feel like they’re sliding away. My knees are folding and refuse to work with me. It’s coming and going from shapes I know to blurred distortions in colours I know but I can’t place. Something is shaking the ground beneath my feet. Is a gorilla crushing my temple? I feel my legs heavy and weighted down. Poem and tattoo inspired and influenced by The Levellers and their song One Way The original recording made at Abuji Cuo in Yunnan () Details of Abuji Cuo () How we express ourselves: creative writing, Travel: China, Who we are: life Abuji Cuo, Abuji Lake, Abuji pasture, creative writing, emotions, English, English corner, feelings, hope, optimistic, poem, poetry, thought, writing, Yunnan Last Tuesday. Having no plan: just as good.Īnd that’s your own. When you want to go somewhere, you go somewhere. It’s staring into the abyss and not knowing where you’re going. It’s pretty, it’s witty, it’s exciting, it’s frightening… You just can’t pick them up and place them in the right position. You try to find the words, but the words aren’t there. That tear building in your eye and that moment you look at something so stunning, you’re overwhelmed with feelings. …missing home it’s for feeling that tear. It’s for smiling it’s for crying it’s for… It’s for kicking a football in a field it’s for stumbling on stones and slipping and breaking some bones Life is for living it’s for seeing it’s for feeling it’s for playing
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