My grandfathers were respectively at the Battle of Jutland and in the trenches.
They worried about feeding their families.
My father was in Burma.
He worried about The Bomb. 58 more words
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The Vision of the Pension Playpen
This blog's all about helping payroll bureau get their voice heard.If you are an agent helping people with auto-enrolment - take this survey to get out of the trenches… 703 more words
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They arrive at the marshaling point early in the evening. Lieutenant Peter Harrison, responsible for a mixed unit of replacements. In France two months. Life, a series of moves. 1,324 more words
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Pitmen worked beneath the skin, their charges primed,
to smash each fortress on each bitter crest.
They’d exhale death upon the hour, and time
the start – the steady boys above would do the rest. 113 more words
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"You must suffer me to go my own dark way"
Strangled light accentuates
The pock marked damnation
Of deformed no-man’s land,
Malformed haze devotedly
Pilfers our silent sights,
Stagnant water feeds death
Into the already crumbling… 187 more words
1 year, 1 month ago
Where the rubber hits the road.
Where the submit button sends your post.
Where the streets have a name and where the streets have no name. 59 more words
1 year, 4 months ago
The Webcomic Overlook
First off, I’d like to thank everyone who gave their input to my comic last week, thanks a lot. I was happily surprised at the amount of detail you all went in to. 1,501 more words
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