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When You Go Home, Tell Them Of Us And Say
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Northstander
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- Oct 13, 2003
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A number of people are called heroes, those who served in the first, second world wars and for the nation and all it stands for are my heroes!!
The news is spread far and wide
Another comrade has sadly died
A sunset vigil upon the sand
As a soldier leaves this foreign land
We stand alone, and yet as one
In the fading light of a setting sun
We've all gathered to say goodbye
To our fallen comrade who's set to fly
The eulogy's read about their life
Sometimes with words from pals or wife
We all know when the CO's done
What kind of soldier they'd become
The padre then calls us all to pray
The bugler has Last Post to play
The cannon roars and belches flame
We will recall, with pride, their name
A minute's silence stood in place
As tears roll down the hardest face
Deafening silence fills the air
With each of us in personal prayer
Reveille sounds and the parade is done
The hero remembered, forgotten by none
They leave to start the journey back
In a coffin draped in the Union Jack
Another comrade has sadly died
A sunset vigil upon the sand
As a soldier leaves this foreign land
We stand alone, and yet as one
In the fading light of a setting sun
We've all gathered to say goodbye
To our fallen comrade who's set to fly
The eulogy's read about their life
Sometimes with words from pals or wife
We all know when the CO's done
What kind of soldier they'd become
The padre then calls us all to pray
The bugler has Last Post to play
The cannon roars and belches flame
We will recall, with pride, their name
A minute's silence stood in place
As tears roll down the hardest face
Deafening silence fills the air
With each of us in personal prayer
Reveille sounds and the parade is done
The hero remembered, forgotten by none
They leave to start the journey back
In a coffin draped in the Union Jack
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The news is spread far and wide
Another comrade has sadly died
A sunset vigil upon the sand
As a soldier leaves this foreign land
We stand alone, and yet as one
In the fading light of a setting sun
We've all gathered to say goodbye
To our fallen comrade who's set to fly
The eulogy's read about their life
Sometimes with words from pals or wife
We all know when the CO's done
What kind of soldier they'd become
The padre then calls us all to pray
The bugler has Last Post to play
The cannon roars and belches flame
We will recall, with pride, their name
A minute's silence stood in place
As tears roll down the hardest face
Deafening silence fills the air
With each of us in personal prayer
Reveille sounds and the parade is done
The hero remembered, forgotten by none
They leave to start the journey back
In a coffin draped in the Union Jack
Thank you to you and your mates, Dave. Those who came home and those who didn't.
I'll be taking my 3 year old daughter and my 18 month old son to the Remembrance Service in the morning and we will remember.
Never ever forget.
Were it not for their sacrifices, we wouldn't have the way of life we enjoy today.
Were it not for their sacrifices, we wouldn't have the way of life we enjoy today.
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Seagull on the wing
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For my grandfather who fell at the Somme and for all servicemen of all nations who fell during all the wars......
For my grandfather who fell at the Somme and for all servicemen of all nations who fell during all the wars......
Gilliver's Travels
Peripatetic
And when you go to Sussex, Whoever you may be,
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the Sea!
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the Sea!
Diego Napier
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- Mar 27, 2010
- 4,416
Aftermath
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you're a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game...
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.
Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz--
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench--
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, 'Is it all going to happen again?'
Do you remember that hour of din before the attack--
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads--those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you'll never forget.
Siegfried Sassoon
Have you forgotten yet?...
For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you're a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game...
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.
Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz--
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench--
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, 'Is it all going to happen again?'
Do you remember that hour of din before the attack--
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads--those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?
Have you forgotten yet?...
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you'll never forget.
Siegfried Sassoon
The Birdman
New member
I will be at my towns Remembrance Day parade today to show my respect today to all our fallen heroes and injured service men.
GoldWithFalmer
Seaweed! Seaweed!
I will NOT be posting at 11am for 2 minutes as a mark of respect-
off to the local war monument this morning with my suit, beret and medals.
today makes me very proud, very humble and very emotional.
such a wide range of emotions, remembering all of the people that have given their lives for their country in general....
and the 12 mates I've lost over 3 campaigns in particular.
STAND DOWN BROTHERS...your job here is done. rest easy
today makes me very proud, very humble and very emotional.
such a wide range of emotions, remembering all of the people that have given their lives for their country in general....
and the 12 mates I've lost over 3 campaigns in particular.
STAND DOWN BROTHERS...your job here is done. rest easy
"For you, you too, to battle go,
Not with the marching drums and cheers
But in the watch of solitude
And through the boundless night of fears."
Robert Laurence Binyon
Not with the marching drums and cheers
But in the watch of solitude
And through the boundless night of fears."
Robert Laurence Binyon
wunt be druv
Drat! and double drat!
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 McRae,died 1918)
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 McRae,died 1918)
half time scores
Well-known member
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.