Something about this moment, as I write this — the still-hot coffee I’m drinking, the slight remaining chill from the night in my office, contrasting with the crisp mid-morning light coming in the window — brought this song to mind.
So I thought I’d share it, a few minutes before the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month in the 11th year.
A luminous slice of peace on this Armistice Day.
Related Posts
Here’s a neat link to WWI recordings. You can listen to them by year.
http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/index.htm
“I’m Henry the Eighth, I Am” actually dates back to the Great War.