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Till A Bullet Stopped His Song

I remembered this today. A grief fic, I think someone called it, and it is.

Till A Bullet Stopped His Song by Callisto

The wind gusted, biting its way through the jacket he’d left unzipped. Bodie turned the collar up and hunched into it. His eyes were resolutely on the headstone in front of him, as a drop of mist made its way slowly down his nose. Typical. Couldn’t have managed this in spring, could you, sunshine? It was a dark and inappropriate thought, but then as Doyle had loved to tell him, so was he.



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Nov. 11th, 2010 07:32 pm (UTC)
Grief fic, very fitting name. I didn't really want to re-read this tonight, but of course I did, and I'm glad. It seems the right story for today.
This was the only anniversary he observed.
This paragraph near the end gets me every time. I love this story.

I have to admit, I can't really relate. The German Remembrance Day is this Sunday and not today, but even that is a quiet, unassuming day that never grabs anyone's attention.
Usually, the only times I think about the men who have fallen in WWI is when I visit my favorite quiet spot at the local cemetary, where some of them are buried.

I have a fondness for November 11th as St. Martin's Day, one of my favorite days of the year as a kid.

And on a happier note, it's my niece's birthday today. She's now two years old, and already very strong-willed and stubborn.

So yeah, I'm sure you wanted to know all that...
Nov. 11th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)
Here in Austria it's St. Martin's Day in the first place.
And two years old kids are so sweet, sweeter even when they are not your own. ;-)
Thanks for sharing all this.
Nov. 11th, 2010 08:49 pm (UTC)
Sweet isn't the word that comes to mind when I think of my nieces.
No, seriously, I love them, but I'm always glad I can hand them over to their mother when the visit is over.

It seems a lot of the St. Martin's processions got cancelled today because of the weather. It's very stormy here right now and apparently too dangerous what with all the fire. Aaaw, poor kids :(
Nov. 11th, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)
Your storm will be here tomorrow, so our kids were lucky. A cool icon you have here. ;-)
Nov. 11th, 2010 09:16 pm (UTC)
Ah, at least some kids are happy^^

It's the chimney people as seen in Wales. They look like jawas from Star Wars. Coolest chimneys I've ever seen *g* whole pic here

Nov. 13th, 2010 09:22 am (UTC)
I thought they looked like something from Star Wars, I like the picture, very cool!
Nov. 12th, 2010 02:50 am (UTC)
I had read this story before but I must have been either too rushed or too saddned by it because I didn't seen the significance of the date! doh, I am such a dillygaff!

I have just come back from visiting Flanders which was incredibly sad for all concerned, it didn't matter what side someone fought on they all had families and dreams and it was such a huge tragedy. Thanks for drawing this fic to my attention again, it is especially fitting but oh so bloody sad. Lump in the throat material this one.
Nov. 13th, 2010 09:23 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like it despite the sadness. But it's quite short and you always can go back to happier ones. :-)
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