A tribute to Harry Patch

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For a tribute to Harry Patch in the words of my grandfather, the 'lost' war poet of Somerset, please visit Westcountry Miscellany.

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  1. Reasons6 August 2009 at 19:19

    Will pop off to read it. Just read your last post too and am familiar with she of whom you speak and Exmoor Jane's opinion on the subject - and am heartily behind you both. A hearty herumph from me.

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  2. Jude7 August 2009 at 10:32

    That photogragh is, in my humble opinion, so, so wonderful, so haunting. Off to read the article, thank you for pointing me in that direction.

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  3. maddie7 August 2009 at 13:23

    Nice to have you back RTBC123.
    Jude, I agree.
    x to you both

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