The Soldier and The Eurocrat

Another guest post from The Hilltop Watchman, contrasting our great literary history with todays world

Grenadier Guards 2
The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a
foreign field; That is forever England. There shall be in that rich earth a
richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave,
once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England’s, breathing
English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

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