Rupert Brooke. 1887–1915
If I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England
For the full poem go here
I have no intention of deceiving. I stood for too long reading the first few lines of Rupert Brooke's words on this my third or fourth visit to the British Cemetery on Ocracoke. When suddenly the White Ensign of the Royal Navy flying on the mast above caught the sun and reflected clear as day in the marble plaque in front of me.
Try as I may I could not catch this reflection fully in my camera, just a murmur of colour appears in the top right hand corner of the plaque. My eyes were filled with tears and it is this that I will blame.
If you get this far in reading this, then I know you care as much as do I and will forgive me this feint......