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'History is a vast early warning system'. Norman Cousins -
First set of photos work fine but the other set don't for some reason!
Thanks for posting anyway!I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.Comment
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Next time you should give Lenan Fort a look btw, just up the road through the gap. It's totally abandoned but worth a lookI knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.Comment
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Feck...sorry...will try to fix that!Originally posted by Buck View Post
Lenan...thanks will look for that.
And is there a fort on the other side of the lough?
Didn't have my binos!'History is a vast early warning system'. Norman CousinsComment
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Yeah there are three I think. One in rathmullan, one at Knockalla, and another, I forget the exact location. I think four on the Malin side - Lenan, Dunree, Buncrana, and Inch.I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.Comment
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The other is at Ottway I think. Used Google maps!I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.Comment
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