Blow out you Bugles

From Rupert Brooke's War Sonnets

set to music by Sue Casson.

III The Dead

 

 

 

Blow out you bugles, over the rich dead

Dying has made us rarer gifts than gold

These laid the world away

Laid the world away

Gave up the years to be

 

Blow bugles blow! They brought us

Holiness for our dearth

And Love and Pain that

Honour, may come back as King to earth

 

Poured out the wine of youth

The years to be

To those who would have been their sons

They gave their immortality

 

Blow bugles blow – for Honour

Paid with a royal wage

Nobleness walks our ways again

As we come to our heritage

We have come to our heritage

'Within a day or two of my appointment as Attorney-General on May 28th, 1945, I went to Claridges to have my first conversation with Mr Justice Jackson, who had been commissioned by President Truman to deal with the problem of what to do with major war criminals on behalf of the United States.

 

A number of choices were open to us – one was to select the defendants and give them a hearing.  In such event, natural justice demanded that we should inform them clearly what charges were against them, produce to them the evidence in which these charges were based, and give them a full opportunity of answering them. '

 

DAVID MAXWELL FYFE

 

 

 

 

That four great nations, flushed with victory and stung with injury, stay the hand of vengeance and voluntarily submit their captive enemies to the judgment of the law is one of the most significant tributes that Power has ever paid to Reason.

 

ROBERT JACKSON