Weekend wounds Check-in
Good morning (at last)!
I have a rib that likes to slip in and out a bit (subluxation or whatever it's called). Result of being hurt as a kid (don't ask, please), and it is "slippery". And while it rarely slips? Yep. Partial dislocation in place, so to speak. Overdid it, then just needed that one little extra stressor, and there it went. (Freaking laundry, can you believe? Carried two loads down at once. Dumb me.)
Happy Veterans Day for the US. Speaking as the kid of two veterans, all respect. (But no worship, sorry, just respect!)
Much respect, however, and to my mom and her ilk, who used the military reserves to apy for their educations, and found themselves facing Vietnam. My mom escaped b/c her physical showed she was pregnant with my (late) older sister (good timing on the birth control failure!) but her friends? Not so lucky. Mom has always carried a form of survivor's guilt... not that they died, but that they came back with those nightmares, and she escaped. I hold a special place, on Mom's behalf, for medical personnel in the military. They go in, are restricted on when/if they can shoot back, which in some military organizations even applies to field medics, and... yeah.
Speak of guts? The doctors and medics of the British military who refused to leave behind the wounded at the rout at Dunkirk (WW2) and were taken as POWs b/c they wouldn't leave their patients. Knew they risked it, didn't leave their patients.
And, yes, this is why MASH is an all-time favorite TV show of mine, along with China Beach (Mom cried at e very episode.) I was, in high school, intended to go Navy and become a medical doctor. (Via Annapolis, but then my dad got sick and then my epilepsy manifested and that was that.)
It was a busy day in history, as on this day:
Nat Turner, a slave who "rebelled", in Virginia back in 1831, was hanged for his part in a violent uprising of slaves. Turner was depicted as many things, but rarely as an educated religious minister, which he also was, though he may have forgotten that "vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord" thing a bit. Turner's rebellion led to even harsher laws on African-Americans, even those not enslaved.
In Australia, in 1880, famed (or infamous?) bank robber Ned Kelly was hanged at Melbourne's prison. He was merely 25. Much like the outlaw Jesse James in the US, he was noted for his outlaw ways, somehow ended up a folk hero, and not without justification. The Irish troubles back in the old country meant a lot of people transported to Australia as criminals were political activists, whose causes included unions and Irish independence. Not things the English liked. Moreover, the tens of thousands transported were often Catholics, barred by English colonial law from holding office. Kelly was, of course, raised Catholic. Thus, he represented the impoverished angry people, in popular mind. In reality? Robbed banks, shot cops, the usual outlaw type stuff. Ned Kelly in fact declared his intent to be a "bushranger" when he grew up at one point, according to stories.
What wasa a bushranger? Well, if our Aussie pals will help me out, I *think* they were pretty much.... originally, penal colony escapees who hid out and lived in the "bush", hence the name. The term evolved to mean those who lived in the bush as a base for criminal operations, like raids on banks, etc., much like the "Hole in the Wall Gang" of the Old American West in that sense.... Hide in the wilds, raid the towns, whoop it up, done.
Kelly allegedly got started around age 12, btw. Never too early. Then again, his dad was a horse thief. His mother was arrested for assault on a police constable, but that charge remains a subject of ... ah... well, it's touchy, asit's probable she was arrested for just being Ned Kelly's mother, and not anything she really did. Ned Kelly even tried breaking her out of jail, so it's possible she was arrested to lure him in.
At any rate, the era of the bushrangers pretty much died wiht Ned Kelly in 1880, and like the US Old West.... folklore and popular myth probably have little to do with reality. But that's okay. We need our fantasy lives, right?
And if you're in Europe, Happy Armistice Day! On this day in 1918, the Allies and Germany signed an armistice that ended World War One. That war cost the UK literally at least a generation of men, which influenced the desire to not get involved when HItler came to power in the early 1930s. Nobody wanted a rehash of that death toll, and no wonder. (BTW, Armistice Day is also observed in New Zealand and a lot of other countries. The US calls it Veterans Day, some call it Remembrance Day.)
And off to... well, ice and heat this blasted rib. I tell you what, if the whumping that gave me this tricky rib was payback for some former life sin in a karmic-Buddhist way? I don't think I could'veb een *that* Bad..... Purrs to all and have a blessed peaceful weekend!
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