A marvelous book...
After several interruptions, I have finally finished (through Appendix B) a book titled Between Silk and Cyanide, by one Leo Marks, who worked in the British Special Operations Executive during World War II.
The book is something of a memoir of the author's cryptographic work during the war, and may not be everyone's cup of tea, but one of the poems he wrote to replace the well-known poems that were a key part of the code used by behind-enemy-lines operatives grabbed me.
Cheers...
The book is something of a memoir of the author's cryptographic work during the war, and may not be everyone's cup of tea, but one of the poems he wrote to replace the well-known poems that were a key part of the code used by behind-enemy-lines operatives grabbed me.
The life that I haveAccording to Marks, this poem was "issued" to one Violette Szabo, who - like so many other agents - was caught and eventually executed by the Nazis.
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours
And yours
Cheers...
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BTW, I have a student by the name of Szabo. She of course is Jewish. Is that why Violet was executed--in addition to being an agent?
I'll have to post another poem today. The one from yesterday was simply the first one I came across. But knowing how so many men (in particular) have a hard time settling down, I thought it was memorable.
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