seaJane Posted 4 November , 2019 Share Posted 4 November , 2019 (edited) “I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now. . . ." Edited 4 November , 2019 by seaJane Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J T Gray Posted 8 November , 2019 Share Posted 8 November , 2019 My other half's Gt Uncle was awarded the MC for his efforts at Ors that day. He was killed clearing munitions on Dec 3rd 1918... Adrian Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
2ndCMR Posted 8 November , 2019 Share Posted 8 November , 2019 More to the point: Now men will go content with what we spoiled. Or discontent boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress. None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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