Sunday, November 11, 2012

into my heart an air that kills

I don't have a post for this day two years ago, but I remember how I spent it. Indoors, staring at the wall, feeling sorry for myself. At the time it seemed like the only choice I had. And yet I knew Red was in London. I could've called him easily enough. I remember thinking it was his leave and he should see his family and I didn't want to bring him down.

So I didn't call him, and a few days later I was in Devon, and soon enough he was back in Afghanistan.  I never saw him again.

When I started this post I meant to write about how I met him. It's a good story and more cheerful than this, but I can't seem to do it. Maybe another day.



Into my heart an air that kills
A. E. Housman


Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

14 comments:

Greg Lestrade said...

I...don't really know what to say. Except, I'm glad this year you were with us. And I'm sure a lot of people will have been remembering Red today. Maybe call some of them, in the week? I mean, if it might help, a bit?

I love you.

John H. D. Watson said...

I love you too. And thank you. I'm incredibly grateful I'm here with you.

Yeah, I'll call them.

REReader said...

I don't know how you feel about virtual hugs, but maybe L would provide some proxy hugs instead? It's the only thing that seems appropriate.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, hugs are all I can think to offer. And I hope you get a chance to see or at least talk to the friends who remember him too soon.

rsf

Desert Wanderer said...

That's a perfect poem for today, John. I hope your sleep is restful after what I know can be a...sobering day.

Piplover said...

I lost touch with some of my friends, too, and for similar reasons. It's hard not to ask yourself what if...

But I think the best thing we can do is try to make the effort to be better. To keep in touch with the ones still with us, to push ourselves to write and call or even Facebook.

I'm glad you got to know your friend, and have the memories you do of him. I hope that tomorrow is a better day for you.

pandabob said...

Sorry the day was tough John I hope you sleep ok and tomorrow brings some smiles for you :-)

John H. D. Watson said...

Thanks, everyone.

Pip and DW - I hope yesterday was all right for you, and that you had more good memories than bad ones.

Unknown said...

We always assume we'll have another chance, for more time, with someone, no matter if they are really old, or really ill, or going into danger. It's always a surprise somehow, when the time is cut off.

long time lurker/reader, catching up bit by bit. 2012 was a year of memorial services for me. Been gathering up the gumption to post, I appreciate these two blogs more than I can say.
S

John H. D. Watson said...

It's always a surprise somehow, when the time is cut off.

It is, every time.

I'm sorry for those you've lost. I hope this is a better year for you and those you love.

Unknown said...

thanks, so far so good: a graduation, a wedding, a couple new babies. :)
S

Greg Lestrade said...

Glad you're having a better year. And welcome :)

John H. D. Watson said...

Here's to new beginnings.

Unknown said...

thanks, again. You two are so inspiring, as people, as partners, and as parents.
S

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