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They went with songs to the battle, they were young, 
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe. 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

For the Fallen

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914.

Trouble T’Mill

The old and the new

Safe picked up yesterday at Crisis, Fallout PC I got from DeltaDog a few years ago. I really want to increase my output as it prevents me from shopping around, and it decreases the stash. And it is supposedly fun to paint stuff and have it ready for the table, or so people tell me 😛

Ready for matte varnish, a bit of dust and then set aside to go with scenic pieces on a later date.

Gunbird

WE ROCK. WE ROLL SIXES. WE WARGAME. WE NEVER LOSE.

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