Sticky Epische Foto's

Stephen Graham · 15 jan 2018

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Stephen Graham · 15 jan 2018

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Braun, Adolphe (1811-1877) - Paris, 1871 - Pont des chemins de fer, Argenteuil

Der Otto had al grof geschut blijkbaar toentertijd.

Arminius · 16 jan 2018

Met dank aan de familie Krupp.

Zelfs onze kleine Oostenrijker had het eens over Krupp. :emo:

Stephen Graham · 16 jan 2018

Winter on Schauinsland: famous "Windbuchen" Beeches bent by the wind

Stephen Graham · 16 jan 2018

Arminius · 16 jan 2018

Gaspar Gomez zei:
ThyssenKrupp

Degesch

Arminius · 16 jan 2018

War: It's fantastic!

Stephen Graham · 18 jan 2018

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Arminius · 19 jan 2018

Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein :rocker2:

Moraalridder · 19 jan 2018

Nice, een foto van Zyzz

Arminius · 20 jan 2018

Trivia Time: Wie ontbreekt?

Stephen Graham · 20 jan 2018

Arminius · 20 jan 2018

Gaspar Gomez zei:
Last czar

Correct

Ze hadden gemakkelijk kunnen doorgaan als broers.

Arminius · 20 jan 2018

Actors waiting in the wings of Europe
we already watch the lights on the stage
and listen to the colossal overture begin.
For us entering at the height of the din
it will be hard to hear our thoughts, hard to gauge
how much our conduct owes to fear or fury.

Everyone, I suppose, will use these minutes
to look back, to hear music and recall
what we were doing and saying that year
during our last few months as people, near
the sucking mouth of the day that swallowed us all
into the stomach of a war. Now we are in it

and no more people, just little pieces of food
swirling in an uncomfortable digestive journey,
what we said and did then has a slightly
fairytale quality. There is an excitement
in seeing our ghosts wandering…

–Keith Douglas

This poem was written by Keith Douglas who died during the invasion of Normandy in 1944, aged 24. The poem was written as he waited to embark before crossing the Channel - the final stanza is incomplete.