Monday, 8 June 2009

Engine hums and bitter dreams grow, heart locked in a Gran Torino.



Everything we have we owe entirely to the men and women of our military and the sacrifice of their families. Support the troops and we support our own continued existence. Those who do not, are merely part of the equation of the defeat, death and dishonour of the free Western Canon, and their own suicide at the hands of a more confident and determined mortal enemy. It's as simple as that. God bless our troops.



Gran Torino. Clint Eastwood.

"So tenderly your story is nothing more
Than what you see or what you've done
Or will become standing strong
Do you belong in your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now the tender breeze blows
Whispers through my Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engine hums and bitter dreams
Grow heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long

Realign all the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far
I drink instead
On my own oh,how I've known
The battle scars and worn out beds

Gentle now a tender breeze blows
Whispers through a Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engine hums and bitter dreams
Grow heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long."








Remember Me.










































President Reagan's D-Day Speech in Normandy.

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