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1814 SELF-PORTRAIT OF A PARADOX- A POET- A WARRIOR - A LOVER-A DREAMER - AN HONEST REBEL- A PHILOSOPHER - A DANGEROUS DIPLOMAT - A CYNICAL BASTARD - A LORD, A ROYAL CAVALIER, COLONEL AND KNIGHT- SIR WILLIAM F. WILLOUGHBY LINDESAY - VETERAN OF WAR FROM YORKSHIRE- AYE! OH, YESSSS! TO ALL FALLEN BROTHERS To all courageous lives ended with sword, cannon or bullets of lead. To all Brothers… No longer our enemies instead… For Power and Ambition even Friends will part. To silent fallen Heroes always true to a loyal heart. To Courage always ready to fight for what thought right. To Brave Men convinced Honour is being Victorious, Now certain bones on battlefields are never Glorious. To Sons taught to hate by greedy, ambitious men. To many a young Mate we shall never see again. To gallant Officers who believed what was told, Always willing to give, but hardly getting old... Eloquence never asking: “Parlez vous…?” Or merely educated: “How do you do?” On battlefields God was indeed hard to find, And we wondered; is He on your side or mine? Perhaps never wanting to be near, Seeing what we are really doing down here... Again infinite bones in rotting uniforms everywhere, Whilst no one hardly remembers or troubles to care... What we believed in, how we spoke or who we were. People even snubbing whether whatever left of you, Is in the rags of a Redcoat, in dark green or French blue, But needless to tell… still much of a man, For yet your bones in a muddy field give what they can. Whether an arm, a leg or a scull… all just grounded up, To raise a much better crop… for Life will never stop. Just dirt to dirt... Man again fertilizing Mother Earth. All the same, said never to be found lying around… Bloodied buttons and buckles secretly hidden in hay, Are polished and sold by those in need on a rainy day. Again virility of spring... Is in autumn quite a nourishing thing, For Life still goes around and around in ring… Even dressed in proud red, white and blue… more than two… Maps and Rulers changed in less than a hundred years, Ludicrous is our Hate and our Fears. Do let us in memory of Confucius agree, For seasoned veterans of war and intellect are we thought to be, Saluting in attention with infinitely more comprehension, We Honour You Forever still certain Humanity might never understand, Honor, Glory and Victory are in Brothers holding out a Loving hand. Col. RCEF Sir William Francis Willoughby Lindesay        England KG GCB KP KT Col. RCEF Sir Robert Eowan Lochlan McGregor           Scotland      KG GCB KP KT 1st. Royal Life Guards 1807 - 1810 13Th. “Jolly Ruffians “Rifle Company On Foot 1810 Portugal, Spain 13Th. Mounted “Wildman“ Rifle Company 1811-1814 Spain 1st. Royal Life Guards Royal Cavaliers-Elite Force   Secret Intelligence Service 1814                        Willowbee Manor, Lindesay Hall, Yorkshire 1814                                 CONFUCIUS 551 - 479 BC                                              Golden Rule                                Basic Rights for Humanity       Do not do to others what you do not wish to be done to yourself. Copyright©2013 by Kari M. Knutsen