a letter or message

March 29th, 1912

March 29th

Since the 21st we have had a continuous gale from W.S.W. and S.W. We had fuel to make two cups of tea apiece and bare food for two days on the 20th. Every day we have been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.

It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.


Last Entry

For God’s sake look after our people.

Message to Public

The causes of the disaster are not due to faulty organisation, but to misfortune in all risks which had to be undertaken.

1. The loss of pony transport in March 1911 obliged me to start later than I had intended, and obliged the limits of stuff transported to be narrowed.

2. The weather throughout the outward journey, and especially the long gale in 83º S., stopped us.

3. The soft snow in lower reaches of glacier again reduced pace.

We fought these untoward events with a will and conquered, but it cut into our provision reserve.

Every detail of our food supplies, clothing and depôts made on the interior ice-sheet and over that long stretch of 700 miles to the Pole and back, worked out to perfection. The advance party would have returned to the glacier in fine form and with surplus of food, but for the astonishing failure of the man whom we had least expected to fail. Edgar Evans was thought the strongest man of the party.

The Beardmore Glacier is not difficult in fine weather, but on our return we did not get a single completely fine day; this with a sick companion enormously increased our anxieties.
As I have said elsewhere we got into frightfully rough ice and Edgar Evans received a concussion of the brain – he died a natural death, but left us a shaken party with the season unduly advanced.

But all the facts above enumerated were as nothing to the surprise which awaited us on the Barrier. I maintain that our arrangements for returning were quite adequate, and that no one in the world would have expected the temperatures and surfaces which we encountered at this time of the year. On the summit in lat. 85º 86º we had -20º, -30º. On the Barrier in lat. 82º, 10,000 feet lower, we had -30º in the day, -47º at night pretty regularly, with continuous head wind during our day marches. It is clear that these circumstances come on very suddenly, and our wreck is certainly due to this sudden advent of severe weather, which does not seem to have any satisfactory cause. I do not think human beings ever came through such a month as we have come through, and we should have got through in spite of the weather but for the sickening of a second companion, Captain Oates, and a shortage of fuel in our depôts for which I cannot account, and finally, but for the storm which has fallen on us within 11 miles of the depôt at which we hoped to secure our final supplies. Surely misfortune could scarcely have exceeded this last blow. We arrived within 11 miles of our old One Ton Camp with fuel for one last meal and food for two days. For four days we have been unable to leave the tent – the gale howling about us. We are weak, writing is difficult, but for my own sake I do not regret this journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, help one another, and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past. We took risks, we knew we took them; things have come out against us, and therefore we have no cause for complaint, but bow to the will of Providence, determined still to do our best to the last. But if we have been willing to give our lives to this enterprise, which is for the honour of our country, I appeal to our countrymen to see that those who depend on us are properly cared for.

Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale, but surely, surely, a great rich country like ours will see that those who are dependent on us are properly provided for.


other things:

-sasukes first reaction wasnt to mail a letter but to message temari except gaara made her block him too 

-but also gaara messages sasuke from kankuros facebook and sasukes like “you have a brother??” and gaaras like “yes. i didnt make him block you because i assumed you forgot he existed” and sasuke like “thats fair” 

-also “haha your brothers kinda ugly but his body is nice” and gaara finger twitches towards the block button 

-i wanna state right now that gaara is only clever and funny when arguing when it comes to sasuke. that said at some point in time gaara and sasuke get in a messy argument in front of naruto when everything comes out and sasuke lists “we never even had sex” as something obnoxious about gaara and gaara just automatically snaps back “really? because i thought all the times you fucked me over was close enough” and naruto high fives him as gaara goes to text kankuro and temari how good he is at arguing

-hiding it from naruto shouldnt be that hard because narutos a dumbass but also gaara cannot lie for the life of him. he just sits there super straight and stiff posture sweating while hanging out with naruto for the next week and it gives him anxiety but somehow its still sasukes fault when he finds out bc even if gaara is bad at social interaction sasukes pure stupidity and bad luck will always win out in the end. 

-naruto doesnt get why they kept it from him and is kinda upset

-also naruto pats gaara on the back and is like “yeah isnt it hard to date him” and gaaras like “I KNOW RIGHT” 

I already posted on discord but I wanted everyone to get a change to tell something to their favs so I post it here as well c:

Since I’m (Stigsarmy) going to EiC I would love to give you all the chance to write a message for your fav.
 You can send your message to my askbox and I will write a letter for every artist I get messages for.
 Artists announced for EiC:
Robin Bengtsson (Sweden), Tijana Bogićević (Serbia), JOWST (Norway), Blanche (Belgium), Tako Gachechiladze (Georgia), Claudia Faniello (Malta), Valentina & Jimmie (San Marino), Fusedmarc (Lithuania), Kristian Kostov (Bulgaria), Norma John (Finland), Anja Nissen (Denmark), Martina Bárta (Czechia), Omar Naber (Slovenia), O.Torvald (Ukraine), Imri (Israel), Joci Pápai (Hungary), Jana Burčeska (Macedonia), Sunstroke Project (Moldova), Ilinca and Alex (Romania), Lucie Jones (UK), Lindita Halimi (Albania), Kasia Moś (Poland), Artsvik (Armenia), Alma (France), Francesco Gabbani (Italy), Levina (Germany), Manel Navarro (Spain), Nathan Trent (Austria), Timebelle (Switzerland), Slavko (Montenegro), NaviBand (Belarus), Hovig (Cyprus), OG3NE (Netherlands)

I can’t promise I can give the letter with messages to every artist because 33 is a lot and not everyone will be at the afterparty (It’s always a mystery who shows up)

I would like to have your name and country in the message so they see where their fans came from but if you aren’t comfortable with it I understand.
I will print everything on April 7th so everything that comes on that date or later will not make it sorry. 

Ps: I do not accept nsfw and mean messages. 

If you have questions you can always message or ask me c: 
Please reblog so many people see this and get the change to say something to their faves

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.