Went to Ripley this morning/afternoon. A friend needed a ride to work. Got a rental Thursday evening, got it picked up in Parkersburg Friday.
Whilst in town wife bought us Sunday brunch at Bob Evan's (up on the hill). Had a bowl of sausage gravy, over two pancakes, two sausage patties, a biscuit, two coffees. Brought some back in a box for Leanne, our mountain lion up in the barn.
Got Leanne to come into the house a little this morning. That went better than expected. She stayed near me until deciding she needed back out.
Reminded me of the documentary I watched from PBS last night. It was about the secret history about forming the S.A.S division L. During part of that there was a scene where the old guys visibly got shaken, cried.
They needed to attack some guns on shore. As they were going in to land some paratroopers were landing in the ocean. The men on the boats heard them screaming, drowning. The S.A.S guys pleaded with their commander, "we need to save these boys."
Cut to the older commander now. "I had to be colder than that ocean. I told them no, we wouldn't save them. We had our job to do and were going on to do it. We did." This ties in because it reminded me how I do now, love living.
That may appear callous, cold. Not meant as such. I recall my Pap telling a few tales, "Gentleman Jack was there, ..."; "Gent Jack led a group over, ...". They were brief tales usually only one line or less. Had thought Pap was simply meaning British soldiers. Found out from that documentary there was an S.A.S member then called Gentleman Jack.
Glad they "did their job" and I'm now here living as freely as I may.