I wanted to find a suitable video to post in the music thread for Remembrance Day,but after looking at a few I was blubbering like a baby –
so here’s a poem instead.
By: ppp - 11th November 2011 at 17:37
I think the best thing to remember today is that just because the government say you should run into the enemy’s machine gun fire to gain 10ft of land, doesn’t mean it’s a good idea, nor that you should do it.
By: Last Lightning - 11th November 2011 at 16:01
A photo taken at 11:11 11/11/11
LEST WE FORGET by Ghastly Whisper, on Flickr
The headstones in the background are my great uncle’s William Walter West (died 6th November 1918) and Herbert West (died 93 years ago yesterday- 10th November 1918)
By: Merlin Madness - 11th November 2011 at 15:16
By: roadracer - 11th November 2011 at 13:38
Very moving stuff folks, many thanks
I think this song speaks for all too many brave men, who were forgotten over here for far too long.
By: kev35 - 11th November 2011 at 12:20
A pittance of time…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYlrrAWCTRg
Regards,
kev35
By: nuuumannn - 11th November 2011 at 11:47
“For The Fallen” by Laurence Binyon
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.
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November 11, 2011 at 12:30 am