This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
(Henry V)
Épinal American Cemetery, France.
September 2011.
With Lensbaby 3G.
A little boy sits by the light of the moon
He knows that he's lost something precious too soon
But he's quietly singing a nursery tune
He sings for whoever may hear him
But one day he finds for whatever it's worth
The moon and the stars and the blue spinning earth
They'll all come and go through death and rebirth
And the ones that he's lost will be near him
No matter the distance they're putting between us
Whether on earth or on high
I'll send you a prayer if you blow me some kisses
From the far away nearby
(Marc Cohn - Far Away Nearby)
3 comments:
This cemetery is sadly very similar to those in Normandy, too many white crosses but at least all the Fallen have a decent grave and are remembered! It is a very emotional sight!
awesome pic and great lyrics !
It is a very emotional sight indeed. We didn't say one word as we walked around the cemetery.
Thanks... I'm glad you like the picture.
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