Monthly Archives: December 2017



“All the courage in the world cannot alter fact.”

Do you need a Christmas miracle?

“Dying for the right cause. It’s the most human thing we can do.”

What is my purpose?

“Pain reminds you the joy you felt was real.”

This pain, is it imaginary?

“Sometimes to love someone, you got to be a stranger.”

Or is it real?



“Whatever happens, stay with me. I’ll look after you.”

My body is broken. You have to let me go.

“Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends.”

I need a new start. A new battle. A new year. Please.



Please state your regrets.

None. I killed them already.

“It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life.”

That’s not.. I will not lose.

“Things are only impossible until they’re not.”

Yet, I cannot win.

Dunkirk (2017)


I saw this shirt today at the gym and it read “Pain is weakness leaving the body.”

You know, that saying has always bugged me. Just because you are without weakness does not mean you are necessarily strong. Does it? Maybe I’m just a nasty civilian.

“Wars are not won by evacuation.”

In the absence of strength, there is weakness.
In the absence of light, there is darkness.
In the absence of good, there is evil.
In the absence of peace, there is war.

“Is he a coward, Mr. Dawson?”

Why do I have so much pain? Where do I escape?

“He’s shell-shocked, George. He’s not himself. He might never be himself again.”

“We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.”



“How often do these nightmares come? Who are the wolves in your head?”

I thought that I warned you about the woods; the pain they caused me, the life it took.

“How often do these nightmares come now? You should let the past stay dead.”

“I’ll burn these fucking woods, I’ll start the goddamn fire. Just to try and save you from the wolves that got you dire.”