minstral 5,375 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BRITNEY IS NOT FEELING IT 8,293 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 May they be in a better place , Lest We Forget Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bombaybadboy08 15,660 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Lest We Forget Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
caseyjones 3,009 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigBlueDougie 1 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 ABSENT FRIENDSLEST WE FORGET Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
cstamomusa 3,812 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 For The FallenWith proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,Britain mourns for her dead across the sea.Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royalSings sorrow up into immortal spheres,There is music in the midst of desolationAnd a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young,Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;They fell with their faces to the foe. 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 morningWe will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;They sit no more at familiar tables of home;They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;They sleep beyond Britain’s foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound,Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,To the innermost heart of their own land they are knownAs the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,To the end, to the end, they remain. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
OdioTutti 9 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
D'Artagnan 13,319 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Remembered.With eternal gratitude and thanks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
StayWestFree 107 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Shot At DawnWere You there GodOn that summer's dayWhen a lover and his lassMade loveLying on the new mown hayIn the year of nineteen hundred?And were You thereWhen nine months laterTommy Atkins, like a silver bullet,Shot out his mother's womb?Oh! What time of happinessEven for a bastardAnd a lover and his lass.And when about a decade and a half anonThe power of German might and forceTurned out the lights of EuropeIn that war to end all wars,Did You then mind when,Seeing Kitchener's extended fingerPointed straight at him,Young Tommy AtkinsLied about his ageTo join the Colours of the Fusiliers?Armed with the shilling of his KingAnd his chest puffed out with pride,Young Tommy AtkinsClimbed aboard that troop shipThat sailed across the ChannelTo a near yet foreign land.He heard the PadreTell the lads that all was well,That You were on their side,And they'd be homeBefore that Christmas tide.And when that cargo of human fleshFetched up upon the beach,The lads made their advanceAlong the shoreAnd onwards unto FlandersWhere now the poppies blowIn unforgotten fields.And Tommy AtkinsAs he marched alongSaw not the washingHanging on some future Siegfried LineBut the bloodied bodies of his deadAnd dying friendsDraped over wire of pointed steel.But they were not alone - far, far from aloneFor You are everywhere.But Tommy Atkins was not destinedThere to die pinned helpless on the wire.He sheltered shivering in the shadows of his trench -Freshly dug, and eight feet deep -With a ladder to escape o'er the top.He'd scarce been there for half an hourWhen, of a sudden,A funny noise droned overhead.And then the droning stoppedAnd something droppedA little further up the trench.There was a flash, and then a bangAnd bodies burst.And Tommy Atkins saw his matesBlown all to smithereens.But You were thereFor You are everywhere -As everywhere are nowThe spread and spattered bodiesOf Tommy Atkins' matesAnd later,When the Padre passed along the trenchHe asked why,When with You standing there beside,His mates had all been killed.And the Padre told him,"The ways of God's are strange"And then it rained and washed awaySome of the blood and gore -And what remained was eaten by the rats.Do You rememberSending those of Your creaturesTo keep Your soldiers companyIn their cold and sodden trenches?Those rats bit into them no less than did the winter nightsAs they did try to sleep and dream of homeAmidst the tumult and the noise of battle.But You were ever with them - were you not -As your Onward Christian Soldiers soldiered onIn Delville Wood, at Loos and Arras, and at YpresAnd Cambrai and upon the Somme?So was it You who on that fateful dayDid make the whistle blowFor them to raise themselves above the parapetAnd march into the no-man's land?But march they did - and to great cost.When all about him fell and he was all aloneIn trust young Tommy turned to You;He turned to YouAs he ran and ran and ran in fear and shockFor he knew not which the way he ran -He was but sixteen years of age.But You were there to guide himYou were there God, were you notFor the Padre 'd promisedYou'd be always at his side?The Colonel said he'd been a cowardTo run away and not to face the foe.So when dark Night gave way to hazy DawnThey tied him, blindfold, to a stakeAnd through their misting eyesHis comrades ripped to ribbonsA heart that bled for England and its King -His fellow Fusiliers had dared not but obeyWhen that last and dreaded order cameTo take a steady aim and to Fire.But You who would not saveYour own son crucified upon a crossWhy should You save him?The Padre bowed his headAnd in a broken voice did say"Amen! Indeed the ways of God are strange."But You were with him then God, were you not?When he ran that day in fear and shock,Why did You make him not to runThe other way and towards the foe,For he knew not which way he ran?And whilst he'd still be deadHe'd not have diedA bastard to the Fusiliers.You were there God -So why was it so, why was it so?The Old Pals have returnedBut some still lie in Delville WoodAt Arras, Loos, at Cambrai, YpresAnd on the Somme.Some passed through the Menim GatesAnd some stayed well withinTheir names inscribed upon the wallsFor families and generationsTo stand before and bow their heads.And elsewhere, in the fields of FranceThe saddened pilgrims chant"They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old,"As they pause before the crosses, row on rowIn a close yet foreign land.But not for him a cross to mark the spotNo name upon a stoneWhere, bare sixteen, he fellShot by his own.Who will remember himWhere e'er the sun does rise and set?Remember reader - remember and mark wellHe also served who ran awayConfused, and scared and shocked.So in the fields of FlandersWhere still he lies aloneWill one poppy blow for him, Lord,Will one poppy blow for him?You should know God,You should knowFor You are everywhere.But bloody hell, GodBloody hellWere you there - or were you not? Lest we forget. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheNuts 552 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Remember the fallen. Care for the living. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bluepeter 5,627 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. 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.They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.Lest we forget. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poetry_In_Blue 1,043 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Was remembered by me, bit pissed of in work as there wasn't a county wide announcement for the two minutes silence or the bell going of at 11 to remind everyone of the time. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
blueben_d 40 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 We will never forget your sacrifice Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
delparlane 5,986 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosesMcNeil 1,664 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Aye remembered. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
jose 5 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Never want to see a Poppy on scum hoop strip Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RoyCropper 574 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 i just got told that muslims broke the silence in central london and burned poppys.dont know if this true but would expect it of some of them.scum of the highest order. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueDream 12 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 Lest We Forget. True Heroes. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TravelingWilBEARy 4,319 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 When I was a young man I carried my packAnd I lived the free life of a roverFrom the Murrays green basin to the dusty outbackI waltzed my Matilda all overThen in nineteen fifteen my country said SonIt's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be doneSo they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gunAnd they sent me away to the warAnd the band played Waltzing MatildaAs we sailed away from the quayAnd amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheersWe sailed off to Gallipoli How well I remember that terrible dayHow the blood stained the sand and the waterAnd how in that hell that they called Suvla BayWe were butchered like lambs at the slaughterJohnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself wellHe chased us with bullets, he rained us with shellsAnd in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hellNearly blew us right back to AustraliaBut the band played Waltzing MatildaAs we stopped to bury our slainWe buried ours and the Turks buried theirsThen we started all over again Now those that were left, well we tried to surviveIn a mad world of blood, death and fireAnd for ten weary weeks I kept myself aliveBut around me the corpses piled higherThen a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over titAnd when I woke up in my hospital bedAnd saw what it had done, I wished I was deadNever knew there were worse things than dyingFor no more I'll go waltzing MatildaAll around the green bush far and nearFor to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legsNo more waltzing Matilda for me So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimedAnd they shipped us back home to AustraliaThe armless, the legless, the blind, the insaneThose proud wounded heroes of SuvlaAnd as our ship pulled into Circular QuayI looked at the place where my legs used to beAnd thank Christ there was nobody waiting for meTo grieve and to mourn and to pityAnd the band played Waltzing MatildaAs they carried us down the gangwayBut nobody cheered, they just stood and staredThen turned all their faces away And now every April I sit on my porchAnd I watch the parade pass before meAnd I watch my old comrades, how proudly they marchReliving old dreams of past gloryAnd the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and soreThe forgotten heroes from a forgotten warAnd the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"And I ask myself the same questionAnd the band plays Waltzing MatildaAnd the old men answer to the callBut year after year their numbers get fewerSome day no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing MatildaWho'll come a waltzing Matilda with meAnd their ghosts may be heard as you pass the BillabongWho'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
jose 5 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 i just got told that muslims broke the silence in central london and burned poppys.dont know if this true but would expect it of some of them.scum of the highest order. :mad: Mow these cunts down :mad: Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RFCsince1690 5 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 "Anthem for a Doomed Youth" What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? --Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them from prayers or bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ruaridhmac 29 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 They will be remembered. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
markybear 136 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 We will remember them.We should never forget such sacrifices for the freedom we now have and we never will. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
stuart54 218 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 At The Going Down Of The Sun And In The Morning,We Will Remember Them.LEST WE FORGET Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cali-Billy-Boy 0 Posted November 11, 2010 Share Posted November 11, 2010 it's Veterans Day here in the States!We won't forget!!! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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