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Photograph of a young girl listening to the radio during the Great Depression. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
That sounds so much better than “Hey, everybody, I won” …. and far more accurate.
Perhaps you recall me yesterday mentioning something that I had no results on.
Well here is … The Rest Of The Story, as it were.
The station where I volunteer was kind enough to give a recognition of the fact that I volunteer a bit. An award. Seems it was helpful to them.
I was humbled. I felt joy. You see I never win anything. Ever. I never get picked. Ever.
In school I was the little girl with the crossed eyes, glasses and curly hair … and white ankle socks … the one with no shape and no fancy clothes … who was teased cruelly by her classmates.
Friends know of my devastating (to me) heartbreak of a year and a half ago, although I don’t mention it here. Much.
For almost a year here on the blog I have tried daily to do things to bring joy back into my life … and helping at the station has provided a lot of the joy I’ve had.
The station and the people involved with it have given me more joy than they can possibly imagine. Far more than the help I have been to them.
And although I was not able to be there for the recognition, and didn’t get an email about it, I knew someone who was there who assures me that they said my name.
I’d like to believe that.
And for whatever reason, the end of a movie flashed through my mind. A movie that I always enjoyed … whose music I love … whose spirit I aspire to.
Patton.
It’s the final words of the movie that I remembered … and it is apropos to me here.
Very much so.
For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of triumph, a tumultuous parade.
In the procession came trumpeters, musicians and strange animals from conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments.
The conquerors rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him.
Sometimes his children robed in white stood with him in the chariot or rode the trace horses.
A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning:
That all glory is fleeting.
– Gen. George C. Patton
![Cover of "Patton [Blu-ray]"](https://i0.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51NJGXEFQSL._SL300_.jpg "Cover of \"Patton [Blu-ray]\"")
Cover of Patton [Blu-ray]
Happy Holly Project 
Beautiful thoughts, eloquently expressed. One small quibble: The quote attributed to General George S. Patton and used at the end of the eponymous film “Patton” is not from General Patton. [The quote that begins, “For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars . . .” and ending with “all glory is fleeting”. ] The film’s co-screenwriter, Francis Ford Coppola (later director of “The Godfather” and other directorial fame) was searching for an ending and lifted an entire paragraph from a book entitled “The Triumph” by Robert Payne written in 1962. The quote is almost verbatim from that book. Mr. Payne was never given for his words being used at the end of the motion picture “Patton”.
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Thank you for your kind words … AND for the clarification of the quote.
Although years ago I had read the book Patton, I had no reason to doubt the quote as being anything other than his. And of course now you have me curious about the book it actually did come from.
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