Thursday, November 12, 2020



The question marks are illustrative of the following: 

- I do not determine when the daily content of this blog is emailed - I simply post the items to the site and the blog sends it to subscribers by email when the blog (or its provider) determine. 

- For reasons unknown, yesterday’s post appears not to have been emailed, which is a bit of a pisser in that it related to 3 items connected to 11 November. 

- It does appear on the blog, which can be accessed by clicking on: 

- It may appear today as a delayed email so I will leave you with a brief item: a short poem with a sound message . . . 


by Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887) 

This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: — 
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; 
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged 
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords 
Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince’s banner 
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. 

A craven hung along the battle’s edge, 
And thought, “Had I a sword of keener steel — 
That blue blade that the king’s son bears, — but this 
Blunt thing!” — he snapt and flung it from his hand, 
And lowering crept away and left the field. 

Then came the king’s son, wounded, sore bestead, 
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, 
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, 
And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout 
Lifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down, 
And saved a great cause that heroic day.

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