tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6745817778350624453.post5778987920088507612..comments2024-03-29T17:44:23.905+13:00Comments on The Flaxen Saxon Chronicles: On the 11th Hour, of the 11th Day, of the 11th Month... Flaxen Saxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03431645401478120921noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6745817778350624453.post-67763786507498969352016-11-19T23:13:52.582+13:002016-11-19T23:13:52.582+13:00Enough to make a grown man sob.Enough to make a grown man sob.Flaxen Saxonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03431645401478120921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6745817778350624453.post-72910544891035373592016-11-15T21:16:59.097+13:002016-11-15T21:16:59.097+13:00I defy anyone with a scintilla of feeling to read ...I defy anyone with a scintilla of feeling to read that last poem without becoming emotional. Nothing written gives an immediate and horrible idea of how utterly hopeless it all must have seemed to those men.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com