debs1970 180 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Gone, but not forgotten..They died for our freedom.. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
IronRangerMN 2 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 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. - Dr. John McCraeWe will never forget. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bringonthbarca 25 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Really touching stuff guys! I used to take great pride in carrying the wreath from the church to the war memorial in my youth for the boys brigade. Anyone else do this? Lest we forget... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oso 122 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Look left at the avatar. From the memorial to the 51st Highland Division at Beaumont Hamel.Pte Stewart Holmes, 1/4 (Ross-shire) Battalion, Seaforth Highlanders.Wounded in Action rescuing a wounded comrade, 11 Nov 1917. Died of wounds 20 Nov 1917. Still missed to this day. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jon-the-Stripe 2,459 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 We are free today thanks to their Bravery - we will Remember them Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Hammer 11 2,849 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Really touching stuff guys! I used to take great pride in carrying the wreath from the church to the war memorial in my youth for the boys brigade. Anyone else do this? Lest we forget...Did it once when i was younger then when i was in the company section i was in the colour party carrying the saltire Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
big dunk 0 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 ALL GAVE SOME, SOME GAVE ALL. LEST WE FORGET Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Allzo 91 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Lest we forget! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
OdioTutti 9 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,And towards our distant rest began to trudge,Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. -- Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
deleteduser1 169 Posted November 12, 2010 Share Posted November 12, 2010 Lest we forget. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bluepeter9 5,167 Posted November 13, 2010 Share Posted November 13, 2010 I served. I lost. I loved. Anon... and Wilfred Owen...Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,And towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumblingFitting the clumsy helmets just in time,But someone still was yelling out and stumblingAnd flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. —Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sightHe plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could paceBehind the wagon that we flung him in,And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,If you could hear, at every jolt, the bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungsBitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —My friend, you would not tell with such high zestTo children ardent for some desperate glory,The old Lie: Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dado 334 Posted November 13, 2010 Share Posted November 13, 2010 Lest we forget. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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