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Related: Culture Forums, Support Forums"Under the wide and starry sky, dig the grave and let me lie...
Glad did I live and gladly die
And I lay me down with a will;
And this be the verse you grave for me:
'Here he lies where he longed to be
Home is the sailor, home from sea
And the hunter home from the hill' "
- Robert Louis Stevenson
dixiegrrrrl
(60,010 posts)Aristus
(66,478 posts)CaliforniaPeggy
(149,727 posts)irisblue
(33,036 posts)sheshe2
(83,949 posts)Thanks so much for posting this in Pinboy's memory.
Aristus
(66,478 posts)I'll miss him, too, sheshe2...
denbot
(9,901 posts)LiberalLoner
(9,762 posts)sarge43
(28,946 posts)I have fought the good fight.
I have finished my course.
I have remained faithful.
Rest in peace now, Soldier.
Aristus
(66,478 posts)sarge43
(28,946 posts)He was one of those rare officer "Our lieutenant."
My platoon leader in the Gulf was similar. A mustang, he knew his men, and how to get the best out of them. He was beloved...
sarge43
(28,946 posts)He was "Our captain". 101st in Vietnam. Present arms, pass in review.
LiberalLoner
(9,762 posts)Rest In Peace, noble man. The world is a sadder place without you.
malthaussen
(17,217 posts)Alas, if we ask for him tomorrow, we shall find him a grave man.
-- Mal
cwydro
(51,308 posts)Thank you.
panader0
(25,816 posts)AT THE RIVER-CROSSING by Harry ("Breaker" Morant
Oh! the quiet river-crossing
Where we twain were wont to ride,
Where the wanton winds were to sing
Willow branches o'er the tide.
There the golden noon would find us
Dallying through the summer day,
All the waery world behind us -
All it's tumult far away.
Oh! thoe rides across the crossing
Where the shallow stream runs wide,
When the sunset's beams were glossing
Strips of sand on either side.
We would cross the sparkling river
On the brown horse and the bay;
Watch the willows sway and shiver
And their trembling shadows play.
When the opal tints waxed duller
And a gray crept o'er the skies
Yet there stayed the blue sky's color
In your dreamy dark-blue eyes.
How the sun-god's bright caresses,
When we rode at sunet there,
Plaited among your braided tresses,
Gleaming on your silky hair.
When the last sunlight's glory
Faded off the sandy bars,
There we learnt the old, old story,
Riding homeward 'neat the stars.
'Tis a memory to be hoarded -
Oh, the follish tale and fond!
Till another stream be forded -
And we reach the Great Beyond.