The Royal Air Force has enjoyed a good days flight, with excellent weather over Iraq. The army has been continuing to prepare for the coming land battle, and I can report on the arrangements being made for handling prisoners of war...



O mistress mine

Where are you roaming?

O stay and hear

Your true loves coming

That can sing both high and low

Trip no further pretty sweeting

Journeys end in lovers meeting

Every wise mans son doth know



What comes now has gone tomorrow

Present smiles are full of sorrow

But I see you in my mind

From the shadows of my memory

I can feel you walking near me

And I'm waiting for the rain to fall



Dust from your eyes

Angels are falling

From distant fears

Your cold hearts beating

I can see you in the dark

Or the flicker of a daydream

From the edge of silent tears

I remember and I smile



What is love?

Tis not hereafter

Present mirth

Hath present laughter

What's to come is still unsure

In delay there lies no plenty

Then come kiss me sweet and twenty

Youths a stuff twill not endure