Remembrance Day 11th of the 11th of the 11th
War is brutal & ugly but many things which would not manifest themselves, bravery, courage, friendships we will never know & some things of beauty appeared.
Just two of them in remembrance.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee. British/American origin took Canadian Citzenship to be able to join the RAF. Killed in an accident while flying in 1941 aged 19.
Now the Life that I have.
Written by Codemaster Leo Marks & used by Violette Szabo the French Resistance Agent as a memory code aid.
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours
Laurie
War is brutal & ugly but many things which would not manifest themselves, bravery, courage, friendships we will never know & some things of beauty appeared.
Just two of them in remembrance.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee. British/American origin took Canadian Citzenship to be able to join the RAF. Killed in an accident while flying in 1941 aged 19.
Now the Life that I have.
Written by Codemaster Leo Marks & used by Violette Szabo the French Resistance Agent as a memory code aid.
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours
Laurie
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