The Last Post is a song.
Like with ‘My Last Blackboard’, to say this is The Last Post on my blog is not true, unless circumstance provides a wicked turn. This is most likely not the last post.
I am due to do another Blackboard this weekend to confirm ‘The Last Blackboard’ was a lie.
Certain things you say have no relation to the truth but only serve as a servant to drama or colour.
The Last Post might suggest this is the final post to be ‘posted’ on my blog. It also references a tune to commemorate soldiers who have fallen in war. The melancholy that arises from listening to The Last Post might be felt by the reader here, at the prospect of this being actually also the last post posted here.
The use of the word ‘fallen’ to describe the death of a soldier might also be used for non military deaths. The use of the word ‘passing’ has always seemed like an evasion of the grim reality of someone’s ‘death’.
“I’m sorry to hear about the death of your mother”, is like offering sympathy with a sledge hammer. Better to skirt around the finality with a softer ‘passing’.
To have ‘fallen’, is to have stopped standing. From having ‘fallen’ you were probably also were fighting just before you fell. To have ‘fallen’ required you to also have been carrying a rifle with a bayonet attached.
It is perhaps not possible to therefore to have ‘fallen’ during peacetime. We may argue, but mostly we do not fight.
Being that I am by nature and practice a soldier perpetually at war with myself and art, that ‘fallen’ henceforth be applied to non-military deaths. One day, I will ‘fall’.