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A Class Act
Gunner Walter Ernest Brown, V.C., DCM Date of birth: 3 July 1885 Place of birth: New Norfolk, TAS Date of death: 28 February 1942 Place of death: Malaya Unit: 20th Battalion, 5th Brigade, 2nd Division Date of Action: 6 July 1918 Place of Action: Villers-Bretonneux, France Born in Tasmania on 3 July 1885 he spent his early years in New Norfolk. After leaving school he worked as a grocer in Hobart until moving to Sydney, enlisting with the AIF on 26 July 1915. Brown left for Egypt in October 1915 joining the 1st Light Horse. In Egypt Brown made up a story that he has lost his false teeth so that he could be sent to Cairo, where he transferred to the 20th Battalion reinforcements. On 30 September 1916 Brown left for France where he spent a month serving with the 55th Battalion. In September and October 1917, Brown served at Passchendale, for which he was awarded the Distinguished Conduct Medal for aiding his fellow wounded soldiers under heavy fire, and after ...
Slam!
The other drawing I made of Gulliver Foyle vainly signaling for help from the wreck of S. S. Nomad. https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2021/01/i-kill-you-deadly.html After my brother messed with it.
Pity This Idle Bunny Not
Billy was feeling reflective so he walked to the stoneyard and thought on Those That Came Before. He is meditating on a favorite poem of his. He is remembering it wrong, but he does have the gist of it, although his memory has changed the entire meaning. pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness —- electrons deify one razorblade into a mountainrange; lenses extend unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish returns on its unself. A world of made is not a world of born —- pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. We doctors know a hopeless case if —- listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go pity this busy monster, manunkind e.e. cumming...
The Mills Of God Grind Slow, But...
The rabbit drew a salacious, impudent, provocative picture and posted it, laughing at his own cleverness. 2 hours later the kitten shredded it. Laugh now, bunny!