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They disembarked in 45
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again.

And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades.
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.

-- Roger Waters, The Final Cut, 1983.

we will remember.
we will never forget.
what these people died for.
our heroes.

photographic wise: took me forever to do the border, no touch-up's in photoshop.

© 2006 Photography: Erik Thomas
© 1983 'The Final Cut' lyric to Roger Waters.

Description
They disembarked in 45
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again.

And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades.
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.

-- Roger Waters, The Final Cut, 1983.

we will remember.
we will never forget.
what these people died for.
our heroes.

photographic wise: took me forever to do the border, no touch-up's in photoshop.

© 2006 Photography: Erik Thomas
© 1983 'The Final Cut' lyric to Roger Waters.