FEBA, well said; indeed, these poems from the past, the art and enduring legacy of many an unsung philosopher, they are as cognac for the soul.
Through them, in our private moments, as if in the quiet contemplation of a late evening, we can reflect on the stark humanity of simple truths expressed by complex men. And women.
May the aforementioned humbly honourable individual receive the reward and recogniton he so rightly deserves; and may his unsung charges forever rest in peace.
And to fellow PPRuNers; tomorrow perhaps, in a quiet corner of rural New Zealand, in the half light of early morning, I may see you at the Cenotaph, when the Dawn Parade honours the memory of the ANZACs.
RIP