A Visit to the Kargil War Memorial at Dras: INCREDIBLE INDIA

Move him into the sun—Gently its touch awoke him once,At home, whispering of fields unsown.Always it woke him, even in France,Until this morning and this snow.If anything might rouse him nowThe kind old sun will know. Futility by Wilfred Owen I had not even finished being a decade old when I was introduced to the […]