| Inspired by a trip to the WWI Battlefields, based on the story of Jack Kipling. Giving a voice and purpose to the death of those soldiers who have no known grave. |
| Inspired by a trip to the WWI Battlefields, based on the story of Jack Kipling. Giving a voice and purpose to the death of those soldiers who have no known grave. |


A Letter to an Unknown SoldierTo an Unknown Soldier of the Great War, It's been almost a century since your death now. Whoever you are. There could well be no one left who remembers you or knows your story. But still the echoes of your death can be heard, ringing out clearly in the silence of those two minutes. One day a year, we remember your sacrifice.A Letter to an Unknown Soldier
All of those men and women and children; poppies pinned to their chests, hands clasped as they pray for peace. You are on all of their faces and in all of their hearts. You, who was so maimed that you were rendered unrecognisable. Whose family might never have known whether you wer


What is Love?What would you call love? I've been thinking about that a lot, recently. Surely there isn't some thick black line between liking a person, and loving them. There are levels of it, right? You can love a person as a sibling, as a friend, as more. You can obsess constantly over a person, or they can just be there in the back of your mind. They can govern your moods, or they can be the person that you always want to see. Obsession is different from love, I think. To be thinking of a person all the time isn't love on its own. It's infatuation. Knowing that you would do anything for a person, but never thinking about them...What is Love?


Always Ours - Harry PatchIn 1914, you were nothing more than another brave Tommy in a pointless war. Of the millions of men who faced cannons and bombs at Cambrai or Ypres, Loos or the Somme, you were never unique among comrades and friends, who gave up there lives, or survived to the end.Always Ours - Harry Patch
But, then, as the last, you encompassed them all; the remaining, the one who still didnt fall. You stood for all that were killed, and the horrors they saw, for the hope of peace, and an end to all war.
Now you, the final, the last of the last has gone to his Father; the torch has been passed. &nb
| I'm always happy but there's always something wrong, I'm emotionless but I feel too much, I hate the world because I've loved too strongly, I'm an emo, I'm a mosher but I have no label, I'm a narcisist with no confidence, You can take me at face value but what you see is never what you get, You think that you know me but nobody does. I'm Bex, and I'm everything you think that I'm not. |
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only history itself can convince you of such a truth. and once you've seen that truth - really seen it - you can't look away.
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I'll pretend to hug the air until you get here.
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Half Full?
Half Empty?
Just sling the water
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I poked around your gallery a bit, and you have some pretty neat stuff.
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A Beautiful Mess
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