"Adapting to circumstance is it's own skill. As General Patton once told me, to a good soldier, there is no such thing as "unfamiliar territory." You either plan where you're going or you make the terrain your own the second your boots touch the ground. Patton, of course, had the luxury of marching into the future one day at a time, but he wasn't wrong. It's tempting to want to live in the past. It's familiar. It's comfortable. but it's where fossils come from.
"My job is to make tomorrow's world better. Always has been. Once, long ago, I asked Bucky what purpose Captain America served outside of combat. It was a foolish question. There'll always be something to fight for. And I'll always be a soldier. "
~Capt. Steve Rogers (In his personal journal, a book I seriously wouldn't mind having a copy of.)
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Bodiam Castle, England
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I wish to wander,
I wish to roam:
By forest and meadow,
Silver and emerald,
By tree and field,
Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see,
Many a place I long go:
By village and brook ,
Small and fair,
By castle and river,
Noble and grand.
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam,
For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
I wish to roam:
By forest and meadow,
Silver and emerald,
By tree and field,
Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see,
Many a place I long go:
By village and brook ,
Small and fair,
By castle and river,
Noble and grand.
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam,
For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
Bodiam Castle, England
The Brook
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
Photo : Bruno Monginoux / www.Landscape-Photo.net (cc-by-nc-nd)
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2 comments:
That does sound like a very interesting book! How did you find it?
~ A.K. ~
Sadly, no, TRAGICALLY, it's not an actual book. Cap was just writing in it in the end of one of the comic books I was reading. It should be a real book, though: "Captain America's Journal: A Book of Wisdom for the Soldier in All of Us."
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