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December 16, 2015 What has been left Post a Comment

Powerless

“I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair …”

(Bob Dylan in Dignity)
Liège (B)

October 17, 2015 What has been left Post a Comment

I’m right back with some cold cans of beer!

I'm right back with some cold cans of beer!

Amsterdam (NL)

August 27, 2015 What has been left Post a Comment

From the theatre of killing

"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet 
Right many a nipperkin!

But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place."

(Th. Hardy from Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses)
Eben-Emael (B)

August 7, 2015 What has been left Post a Comment

Silent singing on the grandstand

"Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
  Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mired with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
  In the silence and the gloom."

(H.W. Longfellow in Aftermath)
Herstal (B)

August 5, 2015 What has been left Post a Comment

When the game is over

"Twice a week the winter thorough
  Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
  For the young man's soul."

(Alfred E. Housman in A Shropshire lad no. 26)
Herstal (B)

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Powerless

I’m right back with some cold cans of beer!

From the theatre of killing

Silent singing on the grandstand

When the game is over