We Will Remember Them!

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waddy999

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They shall grow not old,
As we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them!
- Laurence Binyon.

The war to end all wars. But it wasn’t was it?
I never knew my Grandad, he survived the horrors of WW1 but died of Spanish Flu on November 13th and is buried in Awoingt Military Cemetery in northern France.
His older brother John was killed on July 1st 1916 at the Somme. The previous night he was part of a trench raid and was awarded, posthumously, the DCM for his gallantry.
I’m so proud of them. R.I.P.
 


JD73 said:
There will be helon guaranteed with the free Palestine mob protesting! What could possibly go wrong !! Absolute disgrace!
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Any of the Free Palastine supporters
Should stay clear of the murderous lunatics who plan to disrupt our Remembrance Sunday.
 
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
 
John the Savage said:
Not a war poem but this seems quite apt from WB Yeats' Easter 1916 given what's happening.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
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one of my favourites

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.[3]
nice touch the forum stopping for 2 mins well done


anybody else see the scratter woman in London who couldnt be arsed to put her tab out?
 
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