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I have the pleasure of watching the INVICTUS GAMES championed by HRH Prince Harry here in London (yep convinced Monarchist here)
he was involved in Murderball and got put at one stage in the "sin bin" the grin on his face was a picture but I think this poem may ring a note with many of us...
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
And to make it even better... we've just beaten you yanks!!!
but perhaps the best of all is the smile on everyone's face
unity rather than division! :-)
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what
Pretty sure this is in the wrong forum....