His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night
Play across his mind
High above the fields of France,
A single biplane in a clear blue sky 1917,
no enemy was seen
High above the fields of France
Oh she looks,
But there's nothing to see
Still she looks Saying "Come back for me"
He tells her "Just remember me this way
Here am I more true Than anything I do
High above the fields of France"
Lyrics from Al Stewart, 'Fields of France
Update: I know Longrider has raised concerns about the RBL; though I agree wholeheartedly with the creep of corporate culture into charities that get too big, but = though I schewed the traditional paper poppy this year for a brooch with a spitfire in a wreath of enamelled poppies from the RAF charity = I still link to it as I have done since my first Remembrance Day post.
And from Jeff Wood via email, this astounding AI created video that will soon no doubt be needed for our veterans, as their numbers dwindle.
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