El Despliegue del Antiguo Gonfalón

The unfurling of the ancient banner Through chasms of fire To sunlit skies I will always be with you Stoic by your side Forever to be lost As proudness dies To be returned once more To sigh a great relief: “for man’s greatest strength lies in his reach”by Sam Fawcett

the ones who were left

A report came from a nearby flank that the enemy’s guns were on the move, ‘time to strike’ said our CO, ‘over the top tomorrow we shall go.’ A cold night in mid-November and still we managed warmth, our greatcoats spread out and buttoned together with others to make a vast blanket. Songs were keptContinue reading “the ones who were left”

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