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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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H. B. Richards (1882-1918)
H. B. Richards, child of Edward and Mary Jane Richards was born in 1882. Fought in WW1 (dogtag# 242588) as a Private 2nd Class in the 215th Squadron of the Royal Air Force. Died on Sep 27 1918 at the age of 36 in France. Buried at Charmes Military Cemetry, I. C. 8. in Essegney, Vosges in France. A memorial for H. B. Richards can be found at St. Johns Heatherlands Church Parkstone,1914-1918 War Memorial in United Kingdom.
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