Blentinue!Taken from 'The Diaries of 'Bristol Tertian-Berry' : 1929'...
''Blentinue' was a word I coined while hunched over in the trenches of World War I. It was a frightening time, I saw friends and enemies
blown limb from limb, blood scattered like darkening dew on the grassy fields we fought upon. Sad, sad times. But some of my greatest
friends harken from that era - hardened in comradeship by strife and woe. I dedicate this word, 'Beltinue' to them, and the fallen ones.
All stand for the fallen ones'
Bristol Tertian-Berry died in February 2003. He is survived by 7,622 daughters, two sons and a teapot.
(''Blentinue' was a word I coined while hunched over in the trenches of World War I. It was a frightening time, I saw friends and enemies
blown limb from limb, blood scattered like darkening dew on the grassy fields we fought upon. Sad, sad times. But some of my greatest
friends harken from that era - hardened in comradeship by strife and woe. I dedicate this word, 'Beltinue' to them, and the fallen ones.
All stand for the fallen ones'
Bristol Tertian-Berry died in February 2003. He is survived by 7,622 daughters, two sons and a teapot.
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Wed 22 Nov 2006, 22:57,
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