The hideous destruction brought to the southeastern shore of Waverton Peninsula via BP has been returned to the public as reclaimed parkland which overlooks Berrys Bay and Sydney Harbour. The site still incorporates some of the historic detail in walls and remanent steel, but it is a gem of discovery through sensational views, walkways and platforms.
This is the memorial in Yerevan to the Armenian Genocide or Armenian Holocaust as it is also known...where 1.5 million Armenians were systematically exterminated by the Ottoman Empire from 1915 to 1923....the term 'Genocide' is denied by the successor state of the Ottomans, Turkey... The memorial is very stark and beautiful, sitting upon a high Hill overlooking the nations capital, with an eternal flame burning within the monument itself...a sad and moving place to walk around as I thought about all the lives have been lost and the people that have suffered in the persecution of an ethnic Christian population....❤
Suddenly there was a bright flash. Everyone dove for cover under any object that was nearby to provide some faint hope of protection. There were gunshots, hearts were racing blood was pumping. The thought of loved ones back home ran through Billie's mind, his lovely wife Katrina,and their soon to be born son, Mark. Billie had been in the war zone for 3 months counting every second until his return home, spending every second he could, just picturing her face in his mind. This daydream was suddenly shattered by another loud boom, but closer this time. Chaos ensued as a nearby corporal shouted "Grenade!!" And everyone ducked for cover once more. Billie had come back to the present moment to realize he had not moved quickly enough, panic filled Billies every vein as he leapt for cover, even knowing he wouldn't make it. The same corporal who had warned of the grenade now shouted "Sergeant!" Running towards Billie to offer assistance. Billies mind filled with even more panick aT this sight knowing neither of them would make it...he began to speak "Go forg-" BANG! A bright flash and the whizzing of shrapnel.
Billie awoke cold sweat on his forehead. It was the winter of 1961; Sixteen years since the war ended. Billie in pure fright, began crying, alone, cold, dark, and without hope. Eyes closed, sobbing, hands folded caressing his eyes futilely attempting to massage the nightmares out of his eyes. Then suddenly, warmth, light, hope, dare I say, a dream. But alas, opening his eyes and looking to his left, no dream as to be seen, only. The kind; warm, glowing face of Katrina, Billies beautiful wife. He filled with hope, glee, and unworthiness. He turned back, face resting in his hands sobbing, he muttered "how can you love me?" She said nothing, only moving closer and holding him closer, her hands now interlocked with his. Their paths had crossed one night at a ball room dance, she had that look, that look of solidity, loyalty, endless heart and compassion overflowing from her very being. She said, with the forgiveness of a lamb, "because I love you, and I don't need a reason, you're mine and I won't give you up to be lost" •
You are more than your mistakes 💯