And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Sunday, April 17
A friend of his took this at the airport before he left for India (only just got this recently)
& this is what they were doing in India!
Written on a projectile were words from the forlorn soldiers. :) & of coz', 'I MISS MY BABY!!' in such pretty handwriting is by my darling.