The middle of my trip


Can you see the tiny pineapples in the middle top? They looked totally real.


This is that picture I took while waiting to get into my room the other day. It is taken from the third floor window looking out the front of the hotel.


The Kirkee cemetery this morning, from the road.


There was this historical plaque.


Aren't digital cameras wonderful, letting you capture all the words without writing. And a lakh is the Indian term for a hundred thousand. They use the term all the time.


Tombstone of Arculus, gunner.

Leaves may wither
Roses may die
Some may forget you
But never will I.


Tombstone of Edwards, private.

My dear husband
Sadly missed
By his loving wife
And children. R.I.P.


Tombstone of Wildish, private.


Tombstone of Webster, warrant officer.


Tombstone of Hill, private

To live in the hearts
Of those that loved you
....


Tombstone of Cramp, pilot

Far from all
He held most dear
His heart in England
But his valour here.


Pretty flowers.


The large vertical stones contain the names of other world war dead buried in other parts of the country.