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My England

Home at last - I've had a long day stuck on trains but I'm OK - unlike some of our fellow countrymen. Your thoughts should be with them tonight as mine are.

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Image taken on 7/7/2005 17:47
This is the view from my home when I got back. It is worth fighting for.
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UPDATE: Thanks for the kind messages, sorry I was without net access for so long! Tonight is a night for enjoying putting the Englishettes to bed and being thankful. Tomorrow is another day.

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Glad you made it out OK.
My thoughts are with you.

My thoughts and prayers are with our British friends. God bless you folks. Everyone here in the US is standing by you.

Many prayers for our British friends!

God bless and glad to know you are safe.

It is true : it is worth fighting for.

We are all with our British friends tonight!

the west must answer the clarion call

WHEW! That's a great big American sigh of relief! Now to check out my other favorite Brit sights!

It is a night to be thankful...

"Today We Are All British" - sign held up by man in Washington.

Time to get all Kipling on these types, my prayers are with my aunt in St. Albans 'cause I know you can take care of yourself.

We in the United States love you. We know you will never give in. Never. Never. Never. Never.

Even if they make you eat Woolton Pie again.

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred,
It will not switftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.

- Kipling, The beginnings, 1914

Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountain green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

William Blake.

We stand with you, our great friends, now and always.

We are thinking of you here in Texas. God bless you, hang tough and never forget who the enemy is.

Thoughts and prayers are with you and yours.

We in the US are proud to be your friend and ally and we all stand with you.

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