Poetry and action

We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.

James Elroy Flecker
The Golden journey to Samarkand.

On a wreath set against a tree on the banks of the river which runs through Wensleydale. In the colours of the SAS in memory of some soul. The words are carved on the clock at their Hereford base.
If your name appears on the clock it is in memorium, hence their expression,"Beating the Clock." Surviving.

Men at war have always somehow managed to maintain an aura of indestructibility whilst retaining an educated aspect which may remain concealed but is there none the less.