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Haha. Now Mr Khoo, my VS history teacher, is suggesting a reunion of the 4E/B 'History Society' by watching the movie 'Letters from Iwo Jima', which Mr Khoo, my VJ history teacher, wanted to bring us for on Monday. Since I didn't go on Monday (sorry Mr Khoo) I'll go watch it with Mr Khoo!

Anyway. After lit these few weeks everyone seems to be caught up in poems. 3 of the A13 peeps (I used it again!) already have that W.H. Auden poem in their MSN nicks lah. So here's a favourite (war) poem which my sis introduced to me the other day. Isn't it touching? Gave me goosebumps the first time I read it:

The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England's, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;