“I sat with my head against the church wall, hearing the chant through the thin planking and gazed across the marshes. The red earth burned through a thin covering of grass. The plain was patched and striped with yellow, russet, olive-green and purple between great clumps of black trees. The sun hung rayless from a burnished sky that made cloud and land blush and gave distinct form to haycocks and cattle. Cold smoke lingered on the horizon.”
A good read from Robert Fisk: welcome to our brave new world of unreflective, post literate governance by Twitter.
Where will we next see the cold smoke of warfare hanging on the horizon? In Ukraine or in the South China Sea?
The Pogues version of the great anti war song The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, written by Scottish born Eric Bogle in 1971.