Monday, September 17, 2018

Green Fields of Fance

I used to have a job that recognized November 11 (Remembrance Day) as a statutory holiday. I always went to the cenotaph, but one year I couldn’t. I was driving that day, and just before 11:00, this song was on the radio. There are many wonderful verions, but this is the one that made me catch my breath that day.


  1. The right song at the right time.

  2. Tears. Lots of them. There's so much I could say about war--all of the wars, at least in my memory--but I'll condense it by saying how inexpressibly horrible all around, especially for the parents.


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