Rancourt British Cemetery

Voici quelques photos du cimetière britannique de Rancourt situé entre la Nécropole Nationale et le cimetière militaire allemand, et là encore, comme lors de chaque visite d'un cimetière britannique, une impression de sérénité et de paix...

Photos S. Pinard.

En hommage à toux ceux qui ne retrouvèrent pas la chaleur des bras de l'aimée, qu'il s'agisse d'une mère, d'une épouse, d'une amante ou encore d'une fiancée...

ROSES OF PICARDY

She is watching by the poplars

Colinette with the sea blue eyes

She is watching and longing and waiting

Where the long white roadways lies

And a song stirs in the sillence

As the wind in the boughs above

She listens and starts and trembles

'Tis the first little song of love

Roses are shining in Picardy

In the hush of the silver dew

Roses are flowering in Picardy

But there's never a rose like you

And the roses will die with the summer time

And our roads may be far apart

But there's a rose that dies not in Picardy

'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart

And the years fly on forever

Til the shadows veil their sighs

But he loves to hold her little hand

And look in her sea blue eyes

And he sees the rose by the poplars

Where they met in the bygone years

For the first little song of the rose

Is the last little song she hears

She is watching by the poplars

Colinette with the sea blue eyes

She is watching anf longing and waiting

Where the long white roadway lies

And a song stirs in the silence

As the wind in the boughs above

She listens and starts and trembles

'Tis the first little song of love.

Autre temps, autre guerre mais toujours les heures sombres de la peine. Trois aviateurs de la RAF tombés en mai 1940 et "only known unto God".

"Never was so much owed by so many to so few", Winston Churchill.

WE WILL REMEMBER THEM

"ne jamais oublier, toujours se souvenir"