In which I blog about my miniature wargaming and whatever else takes my interest!
Monday, November 11, 2019
Remembrance Day 2019
His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
-James Joyce, The Dead
Tea is my drug of choice. My idea of a party is a rousingly good wargame with my friends. I finance my tea, miniature soldiers and book addiction by using chemistry to coat precision machined pieces of steel. I am also employed by the Canadian Armed Forces as a Cadet Instruction Cadre Officer.
Similar scene at Borden today. Very snowy, very cold. The padre had to go defrost himself in the Mess with some single malt.
ReplyDeleteNice use of the Joyce.