The white cliffs of Dover…
The White Cliffs of Dover—
My father left my world in 2021 year. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly and he knew the cost, could be.
Today my world confuse and ugly. We are finding differently in each other and forgetting the sameness we are.
Like my grandfather, like my father. I volunteered and befriended great men and women. Some of my good friends came home wrapped in the USA flag. Us soldiers didn’t see color/race and we would fight back-to-back. Share our pain, share our whiskey and share our laughter and joy.
Once I was blessed. I saw the White Cliffs of Dover. I felt the spirit of cheering men welcoming the dirt of England on their feet. I remember when us soldiers spoke of home. We missed the forest, the sea and the faces of people waiting for us to return. I hated fishing and now I fish for my Northern Michigan friend. He told me often. I miss my Northern Michigan and I will fish for weeks, when I returned home. I go fishing with my grandchildren and I hope my good friend. Found peace with the soldiers somewhere.
Today I remember the old wars, the new wars. And there is chaos in the promise land. I pray we learn, we are different and we are the same. Please don’t give away freedom. Old soldiers fought for less government, strong people and opportunity.
It is November 2022. Time for us to be thankful for freedom. Time for us to heal. Allow men and women to walk/talk and be proud to be a American. Time for us to remember. Once great men stood and died for us to be free. Freedom isn’t free, some paid with everything. We can’t accept hate no-more, we can’t accept talk of revenge. If we don’t seek even ground, seek places where we can heal and teach our children. We can overcome hatred and disappointment. Make the world safe for every child.
Many wars are still being fought. Brave men and women standing tall for us. My soldier wish. We can learn. We are just men, we are just women. Needing a safe place to live, opportunity and our children to know the sweetness of freedom. We must fix our own problems and remember the old wisdom. “Take a town to raise a child.” We need less government control and be govern by the people.
When a soldier is killed in war. Do not ask the color of the soldier. You will offend the soldier asked. A soldier, is a brother. Maybe, all of us. Need to learn the soldier creed. We are all brothers and sisters in our world.
We celebrate together, we fight together and we stand as one against the enemy.
Dancing Coyote
John Castellenas
I lived 25 miles from the white cliffs of Dover. Proud of my late husband’s 22 years in the Royal Air Force 🇬🇧
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I want to visit again. I saw in the late seventies. Hello dear Susie.
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The memories are unfading and the war imprints indelible in the hearts of mankind, but thank God there some peace in some places. And in November 2022… 🤷♂️Hail to all fallen American soldiers.
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Thank you Lamittan. Many men died to keep the world free. I hope this generation remembered. Freedom isn’t free.
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This generation are devote to ignorance and impudence. Let’s just hope they listen to this truth one day. There’s every need for the world to take a break from war.
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I hope we can know peace. Some countries today seeking peace and some are seeking war. Lamittan. We must seek peace soon or we can pass the place of no return.
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Very true, but the message may just sound like clinging church cymbals to many, clearly understood but easily ignored. The buck stops here with us, in fact first and foremost with our leaders.
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Your photograph is of the Seven Sisters just west of Eastbourne. Not quite the white cliffs of Dover, but always a welcome sight when the Lancasters were coming home.
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Thank you, Joseph. The Seven Sisters are amazing.
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Fine work, Sir. I live in Dover, close to the fabled White Cliffs, it’s human history like no other. My own father left via said Cliffs when WW2 kicked off. Captured outside Dunkirk in 1940 when his lorry ran out of fuel and armed only with a wooden ‘pretend’ rifle, he spent the next 4 years in a POW sight up in Poland…’twas the Americans who freed him not long before the end of the war.
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I was blessed. I saw them three times in the late seventies. I was station in Germany in 1976-1980. Hello Mike and thank you for reading and the comment.
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We can squeeze history out of thin air in these parts. ‘Tis a good thing you got to see it and are are part of said history.
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I agree Mike. I was young when I saw them. And I could feel the honor of the cliffs.
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