On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month I will not be online

So, in advance, I give to you a singer and a song, sung for the soldiers of all nations who have died or been injured doing their duty



I saw Harvey Andrews perform this live in a small folk club in the late 60s or early 70s. He brought the room to silence. Applause was not possible through the tears. And none of us had been soldiers. We were living, simply, at the height of the IRA campaign of terror.