Sometimes we have to walk alone or die…

walk aloneI have spent much of my life walking alone. I have talked about such things before, right here on the blog…

I walk to the beat of a different drum, than most people. Life is too be lived and not averaged out across the board. My dad taught me by his inaction and early death at 50, that you must grab parts of life and hang on to experience it fully…

I am not alone now and Svetochka and Boza are perfect companions. But in my past, I have walked alone many times…

Sometimes we walk alone by choice. Then we walk alone by others choice. Then we walk alone by accident. Then we walk alone by fate. Then sometimes I think we walk alone by Gods will. Regardless, we should embrace walking alone, for it allows us to grow physically, spirituality and in maturity…

Once a long time ago; I walked with 25 men. We entered behind enemy lines by parachute. I am Airborne, it was my job. It was not long that we discovered that we were not alone and mission became a hellhole…

Short version; I walked alone after all my friends could not finish with me. I carry that burden with me everyday of my life and wonder why I made it and the rest died?

Yes, you must be willing to walk alone, for sometimes your friends die around you and in your arms. If you cry at that time, if you sit at that time, you die at that time. The best thing to do is to get up and walk. 25 of us tried to walk back to safety, if you could call it that, and one of us crawled back in the end. The rest strewn across an unforgiving jungle of disambiguation…

Some of us have left many behind metaphorically as they leave our world untimely. I hope God was forgiving to them, for I have carried the torch and been brought to my knees in repentance of what we did too people in other countries…

I have walked alone many times to find someone to pass that flame along to. But I realized long ago that some things must be carried for life and some things must be cast away. To burden someone with that flame, would force me to walk alone again. I have someone to walk with me now and I keep the flame away from her…

In my life those that started with me, are all gone. Therefore, we must look at the future and the present, for that is life and you just keep walking…

WtR

Buck in Tiny Russian Village…

Buck Fever

Vova found, but I am sure to be hunted, a huge buck. Dead of course, but it shows we have deer. This rack is really huge, for Vova is not a tiny guy and he is so proud of what he found. Or did he shoot it? 😉

Vova has a gun, as most village Russians do. Maybe not AR-15, but shotguns that shoot everything from slugs to bird shot and Vova is no slouch with a weapon. I know he found it, but I also know Vova and time will turn it into a hunting expedition. Vova wants to mount the antlers on a board and put them on the wall…

Could be some interesting tales of great hunters this winter…

WtR

Yippy – Svetochka is coming Friday…

coffee-partyPower was down for most of the night last night, so posting was put on the back burner. I decided to go to the Big Village and I took the elderly neighbor with me. His wife went with us and they stocked up on groceries. I bought several items for other neighbors nearby and it was a good trip…

Then I got a phone call and Sveta had just bought train tickets to come down Friday. She will be in Friday night and I hope she stays forever. Well I can hope! So~o~o~o…..

I told Boza, George the Birdbrain and Ralph the Raven…

We all danced, partied, drank and were merry…

Then when George almost fell off the roof, it was time to stop partying and get busy working. Got lots to do, so that Svetochka thinks we are not too lazy…

WtR