Requiescat in pace they say,
Requiescat in pace.
Easy to say when it’s in bed that you lay
and you’ve actually got skin on your face.

If you’re slumped by a gun
(Which is broken and stuck)
And glowing all white in the sun,
Then it’s hard to see much peace in the muck,

When it’s your skull that leers at the Hun.

The poem, titled 'Rest In Peace?' is by friend Ben Reiss, and inspired this little scene that I decided to get up in a few places around Oxford in the days leading up to Remembrance Day.

My English grandad was an engineer and helped make Lancaster Bombers during the war, whilst my Russian deda served in the army. I'm not overtly nationalistic and my dual nationality means I can see how fluid culture can be but I wanted to do a little something to show my thanks to them and those who helped during the war. Ultimately, and I can't remember who said it first, we as humans always have more in common with each other than differences.

Posted 5th March, 2014

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