"When an old man dies, a library burns to the ground."
African Proverb
There once was a man.
He both brave and wise, serving his country well in war an peace. He had a mind that could pull the thoughts of his enemies from the very air and a body that could take the battering of the sea itself. Though he left the military his sharp eye never ceased to watch.For many years he plied some of the most dangerous waters of the world pulling the most delicious fish from the sea for his family.
Once he spotted an enemy vessel spying in the harbor of his homeland, snug and smug in their small and silent craft.
Once his ship was pulled from beneath him by a wild storm and he barely escaped with his son and his life.
Twice he bought boats gutted by fire and renewed them to perfect seaworthiness.
He laughed freely, was never less than generous, and enjoyed a good meal.
Once he convinced his cousin to indulge in a grand meal just before a three day fishing cruise. With predictable results.
As his family grew he would gather them onto his boat and take them out to watch the skies explode on the fourth of July.
He took the very smallest nieces up to the crows nest and held their hands as they steered his boat.
He showered gifts freely on those he loved. He was especially fond of books. The Art of War, tales of ancient princesses, and textbooks full of useful information found their way into the hands of his small cousins.
God Bless and Keep dear Uncle
African Proverb
There once was a man.
He both brave and wise, serving his country well in war an peace. He had a mind that could pull the thoughts of his enemies from the very air and a body that could take the battering of the sea itself. Though he left the military his sharp eye never ceased to watch.For many years he plied some of the most dangerous waters of the world pulling the most delicious fish from the sea for his family.
Once he spotted an enemy vessel spying in the harbor of his homeland, snug and smug in their small and silent craft.
Once his ship was pulled from beneath him by a wild storm and he barely escaped with his son and his life.
Twice he bought boats gutted by fire and renewed them to perfect seaworthiness.
He laughed freely, was never less than generous, and enjoyed a good meal.
Once he convinced his cousin to indulge in a grand meal just before a three day fishing cruise. With predictable results.
As his family grew he would gather them onto his boat and take them out to watch the skies explode on the fourth of July.
He took the very smallest nieces up to the crows nest and held their hands as they steered his boat.
He showered gifts freely on those he loved. He was especially fond of books. The Art of War, tales of ancient princesses, and textbooks full of useful information found their way into the hands of his small cousins.
God Bless and Keep dear Uncle
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