Men grieve differently

I was greatly moved seeing this extraordinary part of the funerals of 3 soldiers killed in a roadside bombing. How much we have lost in the affluent, arrogant west!

I can't get the video to embed here, so here's the link text.

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10829992

High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

 And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

 Sunwards I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

 Of sun-split clouds – and done a thousand things

 You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung 

 High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,

 I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung

 My eager craft through footless halls of air,

 Up, up the long delirious burning blue

 I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,

 Where never lark, or even eagle, flew;

 And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

 The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

 Put out my hand, and touched the face of god.