Dribbles And Drabbles
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Comment from Iza Deleanu
To tell you the truth I missed when my dad passed away, but I got a chance to be with him on his last road. Thank you for sharing and good luck with your writings.
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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To tell you the truth I missed when my dad passed away, but I got a chance to be with him on his last road. Thank you for sharing and good luck with your writings.
Comment Written 17-Jul-2023
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Comment from Loretta Bigg
That is very nice. I only wish it was longer, but I understand it's a Flash Fiction piece? IF not, I would like to know more about the dying man and why he had trouble showing he was proud of his son.
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reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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That is very nice. I only wish it was longer, but I understand it's a Flash Fiction piece? IF not, I would like to know more about the dying man and why he had trouble showing he was proud of his son.
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Comment Written 15-Jul-2023
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Comment from BethShelby
It is always sad and almost tragic when people don't stay the things they should say to loved ones while they still have to chance. I'm sure there is always the deep regrets when the words that should have said are never spoken.
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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It is always sad and almost tragic when people don't stay the things they should say to loved ones while they still have to chance. I'm sure there is always the deep regrets when the words that should have said are never spoken.
Comment Written 15-Jul-2023
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Comment from Ulla
Both of them were a victim to tradition and words of endearment was a taboo..the closest the father could go to expressing an endearment was to ask his son to wear the uniform for his funeral. How sad is that. Ulla:)))
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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Both of them were a victim to tradition and words of endearment was a taboo..the closest the father could go to expressing an endearment was to ask his son to wear the uniform for his funeral. How sad is that. Ulla:)))
Comment Written 15-Jul-2023
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Comment from Bill Schott
This fifty-word story, Uniform, has the proper word count and creates a scene where the disconnect between the generations could have found a lasting weld. That bond will simply have to be assumed.
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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This fifty-word story, Uniform, has the proper word count and creates a scene where the disconnect between the generations could have found a lasting weld. That bond will simply have to be assumed.
Comment Written 15-Jul-2023
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Comment from Terry Broxson
Brett, this is an interesting fifty-word flash. If I am understanding it right, and feel free to correct me, the two paragraphs offer the flip side of a coin, so to speak.
The father couldn't speak the words he wanted to say, and the son could not either. Thought-provoking and well done. Terry.
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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Brett, this is an interesting fifty-word flash. If I am understanding it right, and feel free to correct me, the two paragraphs offer the flip side of a coin, so to speak.
The father couldn't speak the words he wanted to say, and the son could not either. Thought-provoking and well done. Terry.
Comment Written 15-Jul-2023
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Comment from Wendy G
Sometimes love for and pride in one's children are expressed differently. Here it seems that Mark would understand his father's love and pride by his request for his soldier's attire at his funeral. Perhaps he couldn't express his love in the three usual words.
Wendy
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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Sometimes love for and pride in one's children are expressed differently. Here it seems that Mark would understand his father's love and pride by his request for his soldier's attire at his funeral. Perhaps he couldn't express his love in the three usual words.
Wendy
Comment Written 15-Jul-2023
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Comment from royowen
Death can shout louder than life itself. Sometimes I've been to a funeral and thought I knew the person that was being honoured until I heard the tributes for them, what a surprise. Beautifully written Brett, blessings Roy
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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Death can shout louder than life itself. Sometimes I've been to a funeral and thought I knew the person that was being honoured until I heard the tributes for them, what a surprise. Beautifully written Brett, blessings Roy
Comment Written 14-Jul-2023
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Comment from Carol Hillebrenner
Again, the fifty words is a bit of a problem. I am not entirely sure who will wear the army greens when he dies, but after one more reading, I think Mark is to wear his military uniform. Did Mark increase the morphine drip? It can't do that on its own. The father was too out of it to exclaim, but he could say or murmur. Again, this is only questions I ask to clear up any misunderstanding, and maybe no one else picks over the words like I do.
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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Again, the fifty words is a bit of a problem. I am not entirely sure who will wear the army greens when he dies, but after one more reading, I think Mark is to wear his military uniform. Did Mark increase the morphine drip? It can't do that on its own. The father was too out of it to exclaim, but he could say or murmur. Again, this is only questions I ask to clear up any misunderstanding, and maybe no one else picks over the words like I do.
Comment Written 14-Jul-2023
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Comment from Paul Manton
Hello Brett. I was about to pack up (10.30 pm in UK) when I saw your fascinating piece, with its intriguing picture.
Straight away it took me back to my connections with the British Legion - a huge organization of what you would call veterans. They organize Poppy Day collections, tend thousands of national memorials and cemeteries, and raise millions of pounds to care for needy ex-servicemen. I was not a soldier, though I was once invited to be an Army Chaplain - but where I did 'serve' was as a singer: it was my great honor to sing for Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth and the royal Family at five Festivals of Remembrance, at the Royal Albert Hall (Nov. 11) - unforgettable experiences.
I am also particularly interested in US veterans as one was a very special friend of mine. (Please check out my poem and notes for 'Medal of Honor')
The painting is what I want to look at first: upon the stars and stripes, Jesus stands at the rear, blessing the heroes of many battles - from the War of Independence through to the present day. In the foreground, an honor guard reverently hold the national flag horizontally, a sign of the fallen, represented by the memorial building.
It is a set of immortal symbols - and I, though not an American, feel the power pouring through every part of it.
The words are very moving -every father should be proud of sons who served - perhaps this old man has issues in expressing emotions - perhaps he did not want his son to leave home at all - that he never said he loved him is a tragedy, but to wear army greens is the first step to some kind of reconciliation.
Alas, it can never be completed. A very sad poem - but a situation, I think, which is not unique. Thank you for this profound insight.
Paul
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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Hello Brett. I was about to pack up (10.30 pm in UK) when I saw your fascinating piece, with its intriguing picture.
Straight away it took me back to my connections with the British Legion - a huge organization of what you would call veterans. They organize Poppy Day collections, tend thousands of national memorials and cemeteries, and raise millions of pounds to care for needy ex-servicemen. I was not a soldier, though I was once invited to be an Army Chaplain - but where I did 'serve' was as a singer: it was my great honor to sing for Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth and the royal Family at five Festivals of Remembrance, at the Royal Albert Hall (Nov. 11) - unforgettable experiences.
I am also particularly interested in US veterans as one was a very special friend of mine. (Please check out my poem and notes for 'Medal of Honor')
The painting is what I want to look at first: upon the stars and stripes, Jesus stands at the rear, blessing the heroes of many battles - from the War of Independence through to the present day. In the foreground, an honor guard reverently hold the national flag horizontally, a sign of the fallen, represented by the memorial building.
It is a set of immortal symbols - and I, though not an American, feel the power pouring through every part of it.
The words are very moving -every father should be proud of sons who served - perhaps this old man has issues in expressing emotions - perhaps he did not want his son to leave home at all - that he never said he loved him is a tragedy, but to wear army greens is the first step to some kind of reconciliation.
Alas, it can never be completed. A very sad poem - but a situation, I think, which is not unique. Thank you for this profound insight.
Paul
Comment Written 14-Jul-2023
reply by the author on 18-Jul-2023
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