Deliverance.

Rupert Brooke, British officer and poet, was on his way to Gallipoli in WWI when he died of blood poisoning from an infected mosquito bite.

He was buried in Greece by a fellow officer(s) with the epitaph

Here lies the servant of God, sub-lieutenant in the English Navy
who died for the deliverance of Constantinople from the Turks

I was not aware of this sentiment in the minds of British troops heading to the Dardanelles. Curious.

Still . . . a noble objective, even now. As opposed, say, to the deliverance of Europe from the Christians, an endeavor to which, in these enlightened times, much energy and thought are devoted in Islamic quarters.

Not that many in West seem to care much. They really don’t.

Quite outlandish. All of this. But there have been stranger twists of fate . . . and these are times where tomorrow will not be like today. Not even close.

Film at 11.