Remembrance Day

[the Black Prince]

Sunday 11, remembrance day
November 11, 11hr, 11th minute WWI ended

they were soldiers of the empire
honour them
they died to bring you freedom
remember them
they fought for life, but recieved only death
never forget
they died to bring us hope
tBP

*silence*

[Pindar]

Quote[/b] ]they were soldiers of the empire
honour them
they died to bring you freedom
remember them
they fought for life, but recieved only death
never forget
they died to bring us hope


Good Words

[Stratagos Desaix]

*Silence*

[Divine Wind]

Quote[/b] ]they were soldiers of the empire
honour them
they died to bring you freedom
remember them
they fought for life, but recieved only death
never forget
they died to bring us hope

Amen. Rest in peace lads

[Divine Wind]

Quote[/b] ]they were soldiers of the empire
honour them
they died to bring you freedom
remember them
they fought for life, but recieved only death
never forget
they died to bring us hope

Amen. Rest in peace lads

[Bevan of Hertfordshire]

My Sincerest Thanks to Veterans of Both World Wars that fought for our Freedom and Lives.

[Monk]

This reminds me of an old poem i learned from that war, i don't know who wrote it and i'm not entirely sure where it came from, only that is has stuck with me since i first read it...


Quote[/b] ]
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

[ShadesPanther]

Quote[/b] ]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

thats just beautiful

[|OCS|Virus]

huh, I didn't know that the 11th was when WWI ended, thanks for bringin' that to my attention.

[Quid]

For information:

The poem is by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918), Canadian Army . He wrote it in 1915 reflecting on his time spent on the Western Front. He depicted especially the beautiful and brightly red poppy fields in Flandern.

(Smarty pants) Quid

[ShadesPanther]

Quote[/b] ]Come with me dear friends
To the fields of war,
Where boys dressed as men gave their lives
To a land soaked in horror
To a place where fear turned men into boys
And courage flowed like blood from the bodies
Shattered and torn,
To a place where dying cries were drowned by the
Roar of the big guns
And bodies hung like dirty laundry upon barbed wire
A place where a hundred yards cost
Ten thousand lives,
A place where as dawn did rise from fitful night
The whistle called for those to die,
The artist,
The postman,
The coal miner.
And over the top they went,
Their hearts already broken, their bodies soon to be.
When all around did comrades fall
In answer to the machine gun's infernal chatter,
That spoke of death in rapid time, and raked
The lines that went from hell to hell.
Oh, my dear friends,
See man as you've never seen him before,
In grotesque attitudes of death.
Look you upon the names of sorrow
Ypres,
Passchendaele,
Mons,
Vimy Ridge,
Verdun
And countless more and ask but one question,
What point this war?
And when silence finds its grace, it settles
Upon this horrid place;
Where those that lived returned, one by one,
Or carried their injured brothers across the fields
Of mud and flesh, where death had reaped so rich a crop
And where empty eyes recalled
The horrors of all that was done by man to man.
Where the bayonet thrust silenced the life
And anguished cry opened the heart of
The painter
The milkman,
The labourer.
See the lines of sightless men, hands upon shoulders, the blind
Leading the blind
And look upon those once wholesome boys
Who before were with strong limb and proud poise;
Now they lie upon the stretchers, spaces where limbs did lie.
Look upon the dead,
Fathers, brothers, sons and lovers, no more.
So dear friends, come with me to the fields of war,
To a place of white stones, where men now dead lie on parade.
See how the poppy grows upon this silent land.
Look amidst the shadows,
And see the ghosts that linger in the even' call,
And listen, listen,
To the voices of them all,

And ask yourself,
What point this war?

A.E. ORCHARD


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[Gregoshi]

* moment of silence *

[jacko_uk]

Lest we forget