Quaint and Curious

"Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! "But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him and he at me, And killed him in his place. "I shot at him because— Because he was my … Continue reading Quaint and Curious

Armistice Day 1918: The 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short years ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In … Continue reading Armistice Day 1918: The 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month