Our Man in Europe...GASPIN FOR AIR IN A BOSCHE GAS ATTACK.....The Selfies.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix>... The Selfies.


The SELFIE in the 1914/18 WAR, in the trenches, this mans leg, a French man-s arm, a Yorkshire man-s HEAD, a Germans foot pulsating with blood, twinkle, twinkle little star. A Mother, Wife, Kids, whatever close friends, Karl/Heinz, the departed, but for a war time photograph, almost a SELFIE, on the battlefield. A last shot of Guilt! A SELFIE of who we ARE.
Now SO faraway, but for a SELFIE.
Somebody took on the role of a Righteous GUILT.

DO not go gently into THIS Goodnight. 3 Piece Camouflage suit  from Gieves and Hawkes, Saville Row, London, the preferred Tailor of Cambridge Spies. At best, flog the Vecchio Aristocracy who have Usurped this ENGLAND and now left ordinary, tax paying folks....who PAID with Money and BLOOD  in War ... to DEAL with an IMMIGRANT INFLUX.....CONTROLLED by Indus, Muslims, threatening the long time, barely sufferable Brit Class system....The Monkey holding the WRENCH!O Jerusalem, where have U gone ...and the BBC, otherwise known as Israeli Occupied Territory. Its enough to make U want to MIGRATE to Lebanon-s left bank, a toilet Rive Gauche!...

NO genius for SELFIES. on D/DAY, June 6th, 1944 when 19 years old kids, instead of getting to first base,, their first KISS, running  amok with young German lads. BANG!  Blood and GUTS! Brits, Canadian, American.....Young folks who answered their Nations call. Not too many Selfies were retrieved from the bodies, swaying this way, that, on the Normandy beaches red tide.

Last of the SELFIES, somebody, ALWAYS, wishing for more, maybe outside of War and Peace, my Waiter at Café Vittorio Emanuele, his SELFIE, his posh, push, importance... as I am of no consequence, this side of Paradise. And-OR THIS side of Midnight where a ragged Soul can reek vengeance....as it can  will...but only from the SKY in a tubular Selfie Obliuete.

And NOW on the banks of the river Seine, SELFIE City! U and Me. Me and U. And all the butter on our bread that Man and Beast can chew. My fathers, my Brothers CRY from generations past is still not buried, and neither is there a SELFIE to capture their SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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