Subject: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: gnu Date: 11 Nov 07 - 07:40 AM Lest we forget. 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. Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: maeve Date: 11 Nov 07 - 08:32 AM Thanks, gnu. I've always liked that one. I'll put out our flags. maeve |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Micca Date: 11 Nov 07 - 08:34 AM This morning I will go and watch the Armistace Day parade, in a strange city, in a strange land, of men,Veterans, from wars I, and my country, some of which we were not directly involved in and its seems right to do so, in respect for all who gave their lives in any war, Police action, Peace keeping force, etc. With Respect Micca " Keep the home fires burning while your hearts are yearning tho' the lads are far away they dream of home theres a silver lining through the dark clouds shining turn the dark clouds inside out when the Boys come home! Ivor Novello |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: artbrooks Date: 11 Nov 07 - 09:19 AM Arthur C. Brooks, Jr. 1920-2007 World War II and Korea Interred in Arlington National Cemetery, with his comrades, on September 24, 2007. RIP, Dad. My flag is flying. |
Subject: Lyr Add: IMAGINE (John Lennon) From: bobad Date: 11 Nov 07 - 09:25 AM Imagine there's no Heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one John Lennon |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Chorusgirl Date: 11 Nov 07 - 10:18 AM Lovely words - so talented wasnt he? Had a few tears in front of the tele this morning - all those people's lives that have been affected. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: gnu Date: 11 Nov 07 - 11:39 AM From the thread above the line that I was just informed of.... Subject: RE: BS: Armistice Day Thread - Monitored please From: Megan L - PM Date: 11 Nov 07 - 05:13 AM Remembrance day Marching to the cenotaph With glory in their eyes Old men proudly marching Oh don't they realise But they were at the battle The heard the sounds of war They came back the jobless Wondering what it was for Friends so young were dying so cheap the price of life Widows, children crying So dear the price of strife Marching to the cenotaph With memories in their eyes Old men slowly marching Their memory never dies. Thursday 8th November 1984 MBL |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Jack Blandiver Date: 11 Nov 07 - 12:15 PM John Lennon??? |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Cats Date: 11 Nov 07 - 12:59 PM Today we will remember our grandfathers in WW1. Jon's grandfather went into No Mans Land and brought back an injured colleague under fire. For that heroism he was cited for a VC. My grandfather was a quaker and a member of the Society of Friends Ambulance Service who went into No Mans Land every day under fire and brought back young men who were injured and the dead. For that he was called a coward. All these years later we still cannot reconcile that. We will also remember Percy Carhart, aged 19. Blown to pieces at Passendale. One of the Lost Gardeners of Heligan who now has a sprig of Heligan myrtle against his name at Tyne Cott. Jon took it out last week. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Dave the Gnome Date: 11 Nov 07 - 06:13 PM I always used to find it odd, to celebrate the act of war. When I was young it was so easy to laugh at the old folks marching. I hope I now know better. As the old folk do. As the relatives of the dead ones do. We don't celebrate the war. We celebrate the bravery of those who gave their lives for us. They didnt ask if it is right or wrong. They are not monsters waging war on innocent people. They are just men and women like you and I who found themselves at the wrong end of someone elses fight. Celebrate their sacrifice. And remind the politicians who's fault it realy was. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. Dave. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: bbc Date: 11 Nov 07 - 06:51 PM Sorry to hear of your dad's death, Art. I lost my dad on April 13th of this year, after an increasingly miserable 5 years in a nursing home. He was a veteran of World War II & the Korean Conflict. His earthly remains are interred at the Missouri Veterans Cemetary in Springfield, Missouri. His memory lives on in my heart & minds & in the character of me, my sister, & our children. I am confident that his spirit lives with God & that my dad awaits our reunion, by & by. I am glad that, each year, I've thanked him for his service to our country. Here is a link to the photo set of my parents that I made on my flickr page: My Folks Rest in peace, Dad; I love you! |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: GUEST Date: 11 Nov 07 - 07:26 PM does anyone know the name of the girl that sang the first pop song for this day i think her first name is toni but not to sure would be very greatfull if someone could tell me her name and track please thanks kyle |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Hawker Date: 11 Nov 07 - 07:52 PM My Youngest daughter Amber marched in the parade this morning, in her army cadet uniform. She looked so smart. My dad, from army stock, though he personally only served in National Service, and who never missed watching the parade on TV every Armistice Day, would have been so proud of her. RIP Dad, Lucy |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: The Walrus Date: 11 Nov 07 - 07:54 PM "From little town, in a far land, we came, to save our honour and a world aflame; by little town, in a far land, we sleep, and trust those things we won to you to keep. - Rudyard Kipling (1925). (Epitaph for a Canadian War memorial) Lest we forget. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Tig Date: 11 Nov 07 - 08:00 PM Cats. You say your Grandfather was called a coward. Not by the ones he brought back at the risk of his life, or by the ones he served alongside. The rest do not matter and never will. Badger |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: GUEST,mg Date: 11 Nov 07 - 11:47 PM I am here on the hotel computer in Washington DC right now...had a wonderful time. If you get a chance, go to the Korean Memorial at night in the mist and rain among the men in ponchos...mg |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Janie Date: 12 Nov 07 - 01:17 AM Here in the USA, it is called Veteran's Day, but I think I much prefer Remembrance Day. It evokes so much more. Veteran tends to conjure up the uniform. Remembrance evokes the people wearing thoses uniforms, as well as all the others caught up in the terrible violence of war. Art, neither our society or our government, to this day, has truly honored and recognized, that is, remembered, the young men and women, yourself included who were caught up in the Vietman war. We did you a grave disservice. I am so sorry about that. Janie |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: GUEST,PMB Date: 12 Nov 07 - 05:10 AM If only people remembered for 365 days a year, not just one... the UK would perhaps have a hundred - odd less of the poor young sods to remember. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Roger the Skiffler Date: 12 Nov 07 - 09:20 AM Wilfred Chandler WW1 (No known grave, headstone in France) Jack Chandler WW2 (buried Suda Bay, Crete) My mother's eldest and youngest brothers. RtS |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 12 Nov 07 - 09:38 AM I was at the parade and service in Barnet. I think that there were more people there this year. I was glad that the cold rain ended just in time to spare the very elderly gentlemen and the very young children present. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: topical tom Date: 12 Nov 07 - 11:23 AM There is a very moving song but I remember neither the lyrics or the title. Something about "Don't laugh when Willy Walks by"? |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: goatfell Date: 12 Nov 07 - 01:07 PM I remember my family that fought in both world wars, my grandfathers and my Dad, My uncle Tom my uncle Robert and my mum. Now they are heroes instead of someone being a sportsman/woman, who are not heroes at all because what did they do to save lives. Tom age 42 |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Megan L Date: 12 Nov 07 - 01:14 PM GRANDPA'S WAR A little boy sat one day upon his Granddad's knee "Why don't you wear your medals for everyone to see? I'm sure you were a hero and won some battles too Grandpa tell me the story, oh Gramps please tell me do." The old man sadly shook his head as he on the child looked down A lonely tear fell from his eye, his face it held a frown "Oh hush noo bairn haud yer wheesht and dinna ask me mair Yer spierin me o mony things that mak ma hert fu sair. Hid's aft times that I'm mindin on those days o lang lang syne And a the strong young village lads wha were guid friends o mine. It's handsome we were as we marched away our captain to the fore It's little did we realise how many'd see their hame no more. For we were brave and young and strong, feared not the German gun For we were ripe and likely lads just looking for the fun. Ahm thinking now o Dauvit, much older than the rest He had a wife and family and thought himself weel blest. He didn't join our joyful song and when I spiered him why He mourned there'd be so many wives on both sides left to cry. We fought together in the trench Around us comrades fell And every man there kent he'd seen the very bowels o hell. A whiles efter Dauvit returned frae leave, a letter came frae hame 'We're gaun tae hae a bairn lad whit wid ye hae it's name' He strutted like a peacock, ye'd hae thoucht it was his first But lang ere he could see it the Hun had done his worst. I was growing wiser now for in war youth's quickly lost And in that mud and blood soaked world we paid a bitter cost. One day we reached a village where other troops had been And the things that we did witness there oh Lord they were obscene. A young girl in a corner wept quietly where she lay Her mind and body tortured, by those who'd ripped her dreams away. A woman screams in anguish oe'r a dead child in the street Is this the stinking enemy that we've been sent to beat? And men , hands tied behind their backs a bullet in the head Are lying silent in the wood. These lucky ones were dead! "No lad I'll wear no medal so bold for all to see Each holds to many memories that willna set me free. A soldier is a soldier he'll aye answer to the call The order is the order for which he'll ever fall. So I'll be marchin wi the few as you see the parade go by Then in the silence of my room 'I will remember them' and cry. MBL Private David Sinclair Cameron Highlanders KIA 15th september 1914 5 months later his daughter was born Davidina Sinclair |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: DougR Date: 12 Nov 07 - 06:08 PM Jodie L. Richards, Pharmacist Mate 1st Class, U.S. Navy, May 13, 1926-May 8, 2006. WWII Veteran. RIP Your brother. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: gnu Date: 03 Dec 07 - 04:47 PM Got this today from a buddy of mine standing watch a long ways from home. I sent it to my bro, RCAF Airman Ret., and he said it is being circulated on the net with a request that it be forwarded to "everyone ya know". My buddy sent it to me without that request but I thought this would be a good place to send it... > A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM > > The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, > I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. > My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, > My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. > Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, > Transforming the yard to a winter delight. > The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, > Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. > > My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, > Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. > In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, > So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. > The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, > But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. > Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, > Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the > snow. > > My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, > And I crept to the door just to see who was near. > Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, > A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. > A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, > Perhaps Canadian, huddled here in the cold. > Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, > Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. > > "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, > "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! > Put down your pack, brush the snow from your > sleeve, > You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" > For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, > Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. > To the window that danced with a warm fire's light > Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, > I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." > > "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, > That separates you from the darkest of times. > No one had to ask or beg or implore me, > I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. > My Gramps died at 'Dieppe on a day in December," > Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always > remembers." > > My dad stood his watch in that Korean Land', > And now it is my turn and so, here I am. > I've not seen my own son in more than a while, > But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her > smile. > Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, > Something red and, white, ... a Canadian flag. > I can live through the cold and the being alone, > Away from my family, my house and my home. > > I can stand at my post through the rain and the > sleet, > I can sleep in a trench with little to eat. > I can carry the weight of killing another, > Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. > Who stand at the front against any and all, > To ensure for all time that this flag will not > fall." > > "So go back inside," he said, "harbour no fright, > Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." > "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, > "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? > It seems all too little for all that you've done, > For being away from your wife and your son." > > Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, > "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. > To fight for our rights back at home while we're > gone, > To stand your own watch, no matter how long. > For when we come home, either standing or dead, > To know you remember we fought and we bled. > Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, > That we mattered to you as you mattered to us." |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 04 Dec 07 - 06:00 AM Thanks Gnu. Do we have an author's name? |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: gnu Date: 04 Dec 07 - 01:53 PM I would have gladly added it........ |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Pistachio Date: 04 Dec 07 - 02:04 PM Thanks Gnu - and others - for these words. I'm sitting here with a lump in my throat remembering how my Dad,1918-1984, Captain David McGregor, Royal Navy, used to stand so proud at the Rememberance Day Services. It was a long time before I realised that he mouthed the words because he couldn't sing in tune! At a local college the youngsters are planning an event to remind people to Remember all those who served, were lost and those still involved in conflict and war. The date will be as near as they can get to Valentines Day (within in term time)and the Royal British Legion is givins them support. I think it is a great project. I'll be singing War Song by Linda Kelly. It was most interesting to observe 23 x 17yr olds reacting to the words - they were silent. H.x Lest we forget. H. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: GUEST,HiLo Date: 05 Dec 07 - 12:52 PM +Whenever I am in a small town in Nova Scotia I always make it a point to visit memmorials; those lost at sea, those lost in mines and those lost in war. What makes me so sad it how many of the names carved in marble and granite are the same.Towns of a few hundred who have lost fathers and sons, generation after generation and are now losing daughters as well. In one town I was in there were 36 MacDonalds, 11 MacKenzies, 6 Macmasters and 3 Camerons. Locals told me that this all happened to a village of less than three hundred people in World Wars one and two. Why do we keep doing this. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Beer Date: 05 Dec 07 - 02:40 PM Spring Hill Nova Scotia is known for its mining tragedies and their great singer Ann Murry. However, in their local Legion is a plaque which states that per capita across Canada Spring Hill lost "X" number of people. I can't remember all that was said but I just sat there mesmerized by the number. Beer (adrien) |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: gnu Date: 10 Nov 08 - 06:20 PM 2008 |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: GUEST,G.I. Joe Date: 10 Nov 08 - 08:10 PM Twas the night before Christmas, He lived all alone In a one bedrom house made of plaster and stone I had come down the chimney with presents to give and just to see who in this home did live I looked all about, a strange sight did I see No tinsel, no presents , not even a tree No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands With medals and badges awards of all kinds A sober thought came through my mind For this house was different it was dark and dreary I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly The soldier lay sleeping, silent all alone curled up on the floor in this one bed room home The face was so gentle the room in such disorder Not how I pictured a United States soldier Was this the hero of whom I'd just read Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed I realized the families that I saw this might Owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight Soon round the world the children would play and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas Day They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year Because of the soldiers like the one lying here I couldn"t help wonder how many lay alone on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home The very thought brought a tear to my eye I dropped to my knees and started to cry The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice I fight for freedom, I dont ask for more My life is my God, My country, my corps The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep I couldn't control it I continued to weep I kept watch for hours so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold nights chill I didnt want to leave on that cold dark night This guardian of honor so willing to fight Than the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure whispered "carry on santa,it's Christmass day all is secure One look at my watch,and I knew he was right "Merry Christmass my friend and to all a good night" Sent to me last year by a very dear friend please pass it on G.I. Joe |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Cats Date: 11 Nov 08 - 01:47 AM Crowdefcref, Hawker, Kev, Jon and I went to heligan on Saturday evening for a commemoration of the Lost gardeners of heligan. We sang some of the songs from Unsung Heroes and Jon sang his song about taking the sprig of Myrtle from heligan to Passchendaele for Percy Carhart. His great neice sat in the front row, we all stood at the back in tears. How Jon did it I don't know. There is now a bench in the Melon Yard where their names are written on the wall dedicated to them and if you are in Cornwall today there will be a gathering at 11am by the wall. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: eddie1 Date: 11 Nov 08 - 04:04 AM Taffy Thomas, The Storyteller, tells a story of a pub in England where the lads gathered for a farewell drink before going off to the trenches in WW1. Each man hammered a coin into the beam to buy them a drink when they returned. Many of the coins are still there and a wreath is hung from that beam every Remembrance Sunday. I'd like to think that there is a humanitarian reason behind some wars, unlike so much of what is happening today although the reason doesn't make any difference to those who fall. Eddie |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Megan L Date: 11 Nov 08 - 04:49 AM War dead In 1983 my new husband and I stood in a small churchyard in Wales looking sadly at a row of shiny gravestones each had the age of the young man each one had been on the Galahad. I remembered thinking that somewhere in Argentina someone could be standing beside a row of graves or a memorial for equally young lads from the Belgrano. See my name all you who pass by As you are now so once was I. I was a son whose mother wept I was the husband whose wife kept A light in the window lest I should come To find my way once more back home. I was the brother whose sisters tears shall wash my stone I was the lover who will not come the one who left you here alone. I am your love the memory that will not die My name it matters not anymore Rhys or Ramone we are the same In death, a memory and nothing more MHTBL Unfortunately they are still dieing and with each conflict the ages dont seem to change. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Peter K (Fionn) Date: 11 Nov 08 - 05:37 AM Re Cats' first post, the explanation may partly be that certainly in some units it was punishable to venture into No Man's Land or even, when on watch duties, to expose more than the head above the trenches. To do either was to increase the likelihood of a non-fatal wound, which was often the only chance of getting out of the front line alive. I can fully understand is why people joined up in the first place. What I never could understand, when reading books such as Goodbye to All That by Robert Graves, is what power on earth persuaded soldiers to return to the trenches after being allowed home on leave. There are perhaps 100,000 villages in England. Of these, just 32 are what Arthur Mee deemed to be "thankful villages" - villages which have no Great War roll of honour because they lost no-one to the war. One of those is Maplebeck in Nottinghamshire, the next village but one from me. Like most of the 32 it is barely a village at all and comprises only a handful of people. Consequently it sent just two people to the war, and one of those was seriously injured. Much the greatest proportionate losses were suffered by Serbia - one in four of the entire male population. In WW2 of course, with civilians brought squarely into the firing line, fatalities rose exponentially. More Russians died at Stalingrad than on both sides in WW1. (The lines quoted by David el Gnomo were written by Laurence Binyon.) |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Greg F. Date: 11 Nov 08 - 09:19 AM So now every April I sit on me porch And I watch the parade pass before me. And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams and past glory, And the old men march slowly, all bone stiff and sore They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question. But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, And the old men still answer the call, But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday, no one will march there at all. - Eric Bogle |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Hawker Date: 11 Nov 08 - 09:36 AM These are 2 from a selection of poems written by me over the years in remebrance of the fallen: GIVE ME THE BLOOD RED POPPY Give me the blood red poppy, With one black beady eye Bobbing in the wind On hairy green stalk Home to the spider Jewel of the corn field Cheery wayside friend Beacon in the mud of Flanders Flashing danger And hope Living among the dead Give me the blood red poppy Not a paper reproduction Pinned on my chest I would rather wear my heart On my sleeve and say Thank you To those Who, without ceremony Gave their life Rightly—or wrongly I will remember I do remember, Who could forget? WE WILL REMEMBER Some in Khaki, Standing proud Line upon line in village and town They straight-back march past watching crowd To remember. They all wear a flower, red as blood And on their faces, a diamond tear None question their cause - The Greater Good They Just remember. They get fewer each year - or so it should be But wars go on the whole world over And sadness takes a hold of me As I remember. A memory, not from in my head, A fragment of a passed down tale From one who ran among the dead And is remembered, If I could tell each one dealt that bitter blow We loved them, death was not in vain Perhaps true peace their souls could know......... But they remember! Then of course there is my bttlefield tree song, which incidentally allures to someonr losing a leg. I discovered only yesterday that my grandfathers brother lost his leg in WWI - now I am curious to know the circumstances, I always felt that I didnt write the song, but more that it was given to me, was it perhaps him? I agree remembering 365 days a year would make us all a little less ready to fight. Long may the men who defend our freedom eceive the respect they deserve. btw Peter, I think Cat's grandfather, it says, was a Quaker, they are pacifists and do not believe in fighting - thus the Society of friends (another name for quakers)ambulance service was the only way they could reconcile their faith and take an active part in the war. Because they were seen to have shirked combat, they were looked upon as cowards, but what they faced in the pursuit of their service was nothing short of bravery. Its a sad old worrld sometimes. Cheers, lucy |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: kendall Date: 11 Nov 08 - 09:40 AM The star spangled banner and the cross of St. George are flying from our flag pole today. I was wearing my cap that says US COAST GUARD on it when I went to get a blood test today. The nurse asked if I was a veteran and I said "Yes" She saluted me. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Cats Date: 11 Nov 08 - 12:39 PM The pub which is referred to by Taffy Thomas also has a song about it written by Andy Barnes. I'll hunt it out and put it up. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Mrs.Duck Date: 11 Nov 08 - 02:50 PM I was showing some old photos of my grandad to kids at school today. They were old post card size so I scanned them in to the computer and put them up on the smartboard. There from the trenches smiled back the face of my 21 year old son!! I'd never noticed the close resemblance on the small print but it was unmistakable. It shook me and really made me feel close to the man in the photo who sadly dies on 12th May 1917, Corporal A J Don MM. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Emma B Date: 11 Nov 08 - 04:06 PM I've just watched the most moving programme on TV This Siegried Sassoon poem, which was accompanied by archive film of the 'survivors', was particularly powerful... DOES it matter?--losing your legs?... For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When the others come in after hunting To gobble their muffins and eggs. Does it matter?--losing your sight?... There's such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light. Do they matter?--those dreams from the pit?... You can drink and forget and be glad, And people won't say that you're mad; For they'll know you've fought for your country And no one will worry a bit. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Sorcha Date: 11 Nov 08 - 04:21 PM How very moving, Em....War is Hell. |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Hawker Date: 11 Nov 08 - 04:25 PM The Call Of Duty Bravest men we hailed them then England sent her finest men The war to end all wars to fight A cause each one believed was right And without a thought for their own lives Left mothers, sisters, lovers, wives. These were children, barely men Set to fight a foe, and then Return to fight another day Till Fate delivered Judgement Day Among the mud and stench of war They rest their bones and breathe no more. Lucy Burrow |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Stilly River Sage Date: 11 Nov 08 - 10:13 PM My mother was very proud of the time she served as a WAC during and right after WWII. In 1997 she attended the official opening of the Women in Military Service for America Memorial in Washington, D.C.. Instead of listing this again at eBay, it occurs to me that there is probably more interest in something like this here at Mudcat than in the general population at eBay. So I've added it to the Mudcat auction, all proceeds to go Mudcat. It's from a non-smoking household and was barely worn, if at all. SRS |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Beer Date: 12 Nov 08 - 09:15 AM You have inspired me to do the same SRS. I will be listing a book out of my collection that are signed. The title of is:"Our Bit" by a war service nurse. This book is signed by the author and on the inside cover is a newspaper clipping of her death. In checking the antique dealers who sell books on a web site, I see that there are only 9 books out there. None are signed. I will put a reserve bit on it if it is possible as it certainly is worth more than say $10.00. 100% of the sale will go to Mudcat. Adrien |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: John J Date: 13 Nov 08 - 06:20 AM Refresh |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: Bryn Pugh Date: 13 Nov 08 - 07:09 AM This in memory of my father-in-law, Tom Huyton (Royal Signals, Sgt.) , and his Comrades of the Burma Star Association, who, like Tom, fought at Kohima. When you go home, tell them of us, and say : 'For your tomorrow, we gave our today'. Lest we forget . . . |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: kendall Date: 13 Nov 08 - 07:44 AM It's Tommy this and Tommy that and Tommy, how you been"? |
Subject: RE: BS: Remembrance Day, Nov 11, 2007 From: ranger1 Date: 13 Nov 08 - 09:00 PM Supporting those who serve and remembering those who fell isn't the same as being pro-war. Next time have the guts to sign your name, Guest. While going through some of my dad's things, I found my great-uncle Napoleon's certificate of service for WWI. It was out in a box in the barn and I'm amazed the mice hadn't eaten it. He was one of the lucky ones who made it home. My maternal grandfather fought in the Italian campaign in WWII. He came home with a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star with a cluster. He never told us how he got them. When my mom and my step-dad started dating, she was a little uneasy bringing him home to meet my grandfather because Uli's German, but my grandfather said it wasn't an issue because: "They were scared kids, just like us." |