It is not easy to write a note of sympathy. Last term as I got around to one for Brighton University student Jordan Flynn 19, news emerged of Janet Muller, 21, burned to death in a locked car boot.
So, I took two notes to The Starting Gate, the Student Union bar where people always gather after observing the silence on November 11th, Armistice Day at the memorial gate opposite, remembering the end of the Great War 1914 – 1918.
We always listen to “The Hill” by Rupert Brooke. The first line “Breathless we flung us on the windy hill,” expresses youth and country in just 8 words.
On St. George’s Day, 23rd. April, it was 100 years since Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) died of blood poisoning and was buried that Friday with military honours on the island, Scyros.
He was part of the Expeditionary Force, planned to invade North Turkey, capture Constantinople and open the sea supply route to Russia along the Dardanelles and the Bosphorus straits.
After months of fighting, Australians, British, and New Zealanders quietly re-embarked and withdrew from Gallipoli.
For his contribution to literature, Rupert Brooke was posthumously awarded the Howland Memorial Prize at Yale University, an American appreciation of his good English, an inspiration to read what he wrote.