Erieye is helping co-ordinate heli's in rescue operation, according to sources.
Where did you get that from? It is highly unlikely that pakistani helis, that too SAR helis are datalinked with AEWACs.
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Erieye is helping co-ordinate heli's in rescue operation, according to sources.
The locals of Baltistan are also supporting PA in rescue missions according to TV. Salute to these patriotic civilians too.
All the World's a Stage
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Where did you get that from? It is highly unlikely that pakistani helis, that too SAR helis are datalinked with AEWACs.
That's about the seven stages of life. Very inappropriate here, because these young men did not live long enough to go through those seven stages, they were plucked away in the fourth.
Not datlinked - visibility is low, many helicopters are taking off and landing, the Erieye is providing flight plans with radio link.
Where did you get that from? It is highly unlikely that pakistani helis, that too SAR helis are datalinked with AEWACs.
BARDS of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Doubled-lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wondrous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees
And one another, in soft ease
Seated on Elysian lawns
Browsed by none but Dian's fawns;
Underneath large blue-bells tented,
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not;
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth;
Philosophic numbers smooth;
Tales and golden histories
Of heaven and its mysteries.
Thus ye live on high, and then
On the earth ye live again;
And the souls ye left behind you
Teach us, here, the way to find you,
Where your other souls are joying,
Never slumber'd, never cloying.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week;
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their passions and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth strengthen and what maim.
Thus ye teach us, every day,
Wisdom, though fled far away.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Ye have souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new!
why are you posting english colonial poems here??