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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever 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.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke |
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Ernest John White (1915-1941)
Ernest John White, child of Ernest and Lily White was born in 1915. Married Sylvia Kathleen White andLived at Creekmoor, in Poole. Fought in WW1 (dogtag# 163975) as a Lieutenant in the 44th. Royal Tank Regiment of the R.A.C. Died on Nov 25 1941 at the age of 26. A memorial for Ernest John White can be found at Column 21. Alamein Memorial in Egypt.
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