I know we are on the site to have fun but I feel it would be really good to stop and remember becuase without those people who fought and died for our freedom, none of us would be able to enjoy the lifestyle we do.
I for one am very thankful to them all.
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Sex God
Absolutely, we should take a couple of mins out to remember..... nice thread 
Well done Olive - I have observed the two minutes silence this morning, and shall be one of the 'sad old gits' on parade in blazer and medals on Sunday.
I have lost two pals I joined up with while on active service (one of whom I was with at the time) who shall ever remain 20 years old, and several other oppos during my sevice to the crown - some in places we are not allowed to mention for another 80 years!
"They shall not grow 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"
I have lost two pals I joined up with while on active service (one of whom I was with at the time) who shall ever remain 20 years old, and several other oppos during my sevice to the crown - some in places we are not allowed to mention for another 80 years!
"They shall not grow 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"
Sex God
In Flanders Fields
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.
Lets remember not only fallen comrades , but those still fighting for our country . All the best to Black Watch and all our lads over seas in action .
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.
Lets remember not only fallen comrades , but those still fighting for our country . All the best to Black Watch and all our lads over seas in action .
Sex God
Nice thread Olive, thank you.
Always observe the minutes silence here, my dad served as a machine gunner in WW2 (im so proud of him) and was a member of the British Legion and as a child was taken to Arnhem, Menheim Gate etc, and its had a lasting effect on me.
Today always makes me shed a tear for the fallen ones.
Always observe the minutes silence here, my dad served as a machine gunner in WW2 (im so proud of him) and was a member of the British Legion and as a child was taken to Arnhem, Menheim Gate etc, and its had a lasting effect on me.
Today always makes me shed a tear for the fallen ones.
Sex God
Quote by Jon_TJ
"They shall not grow 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"
Ah bless.... my grandad used to say that to me when I was little.. he even made me learn it :shock: . I think it's great to see this sort of stuff on the forum. Thanks all
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Mod
Too many, too young, too soon.
Not an easy day here.
Mal
Not an easy day here.
Mal
Orgasminator
A moment of sanilty in here for once, thanks Olive.
I stopped my van in the middle of Consett, this morning at precisely got out and stood at attention for two minutes. A very few other drivers did the same. It caused one almighty traffic jam. I will also be at the local War Memorial on Sunday, I haven't missed that parade once in over 40 years.
If I should die, think only this of me.
That in some corner of a foreign field,
There is a place that is forever, England.
When wrote that to a friend he was thinking of his own life, I'm sure he wouldn't mind the last word being amended so as to include all the men from all our allied countries who fought in all wars.
It is unfortunate that the French don't have similar sympathies, for those of you who aren't familiar with what is happening. They are bulldozing an area of the Loos battlefield where hundreds of our troops died and were never found or recovered. They lie there still. The reason for the bulldozing? They are building a rubbish dump. I don't think the site moderators would let me say what I think of that.
Harry0
I stopped my van in the middle of Consett, this morning at precisely got out and stood at attention for two minutes. A very few other drivers did the same. It caused one almighty traffic jam. I will also be at the local War Memorial on Sunday, I haven't missed that parade once in over 40 years.
If I should die, think only this of me.
That in some corner of a foreign field,
There is a place that is forever, England.
When wrote that to a friend he was thinking of his own life, I'm sure he wouldn't mind the last word being amended so as to include all the men from all our allied countries who fought in all wars.
It is unfortunate that the French don't have similar sympathies, for those of you who aren't familiar with what is happening. They are bulldozing an area of the Loos battlefield where hundreds of our troops died and were never found or recovered. They lie there still. The reason for the bulldozing? They are building a rubbish dump. I don't think the site moderators would let me say what I think of that.
Harry0
Sex God
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
Sorry if that's not exactly right, I did it from memory
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
Sorry if that's not exactly right, I did it from memory
Wow this thread has given me goosebumps.
Whenever I've been on holiday to relevant places, I've always been and paid respects at the war cemetries - a very humbling experience every time. I'm always reminded of the poem by Wilfred Owen 'Dulce Et Decorum Est', pretty horrific one - but then war is!
It gives an insight to what people go through, why they shall always be remembered, and why I instill the respect and remembrance into my kids.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
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 hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped 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,
Obscene as cancer, 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.
8 October 1917 - March, 1918
Whenever I've been on holiday to relevant places, I've always been and paid respects at the war cemetries - a very humbling experience every time. I'm always reminded of the poem by Wilfred Owen 'Dulce Et Decorum Est', pretty horrific one - but then war is!
It gives an insight to what people go through, why they shall always be remembered, and why I instill the respect and remembrance into my kids.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
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 hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped 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,
Obscene as cancer, 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.
8 October 1917 - March, 1918
We observed a 2 minute silence at work today and it's the first place I have worked that they have insisted that we do.
My Grandad who died aged 90 on Sept 5th this year served in WW2 in the far east and had the privilage of taking the VJ message from the King and transcribing it (The original transcript is still in his album documenting his life in the armed forces) We insist that our children remember what these brave people did for us to enable us to live as we do today.
God bless and thank you
Shireen
xxx
My Grandad who died aged 90 on Sept 5th this year served in WW2 in the far east and had the privilage of taking the VJ message from the King and transcribing it (The original transcript is still in his album documenting his life in the armed forces) We insist that our children remember what these brave people did for us to enable us to live as we do today.
God bless and thank you
Shireen
xxx
Sex God
Thanks oliveoyl Very throughful post.
We are off to France at Weekend to take a wreath over to one of the war cemetaries where my husbands Gt Uncle is burried. We never knew him but without him and the thousands and thousands of others who died for us during the many conflicts this county has been involved in, we would not have what we have now. We have a lot to be thankful for and should not forget the poor souls over in Iraq at this moment. I pray for a speedy return for them all.
The least we can do, is pay our respects.
We are off to France at Weekend to take a wreath over to one of the war cemetaries where my husbands Gt Uncle is burried. We never knew him but without him and the thousands and thousands of others who died for us during the many conflicts this county has been involved in, we would not have what we have now. We have a lot to be thankful for and should not forget the poor souls over in Iraq at this moment. I pray for a speedy return for them all.
The least we can do, is pay our respects.
Today I attended a Remembrance Day ceremony held in honour of the fallen who served in my county's local government. All the employees were invited to attend, but only a tiny fraction turned up to pay their respects to the young men who served King and country in 1914-18 and 1939-45. This saddened me that so few of my generation made this gesture of respect, but I was grateful for the opportunity to make my own gesture.
I've stood at the Menin Gate in Ypres, and at Thiepval, and heard the Last Post with its haunting notes resonating around me. I've also stood in the silence of Delville Wood and Passchendaele, and watched the calm waters of the River Somme flowing, and seen the remains of the trenches; even walked through them and picked up remnants of the conflict in spent bullet cases and knapsack buckles. The silence still holds echoes of the horror which I don't think will ever be erased and must never be forgotten, and to this end I have felt it a duty to teach my daughter the meaning of the poppies and the sacrifices which were made.
Sappho xxx
I've stood at the Menin Gate in Ypres, and at Thiepval, and heard the Last Post with its haunting notes resonating around me. I've also stood in the silence of Delville Wood and Passchendaele, and watched the calm waters of the River Somme flowing, and seen the remains of the trenches; even walked through them and picked up remnants of the conflict in spent bullet cases and knapsack buckles. The silence still holds echoes of the horror which I don't think will ever be erased and must never be forgotten, and to this end I have felt it a duty to teach my daughter the meaning of the poppies and the sacrifices which were made.
Sappho xxx
Sex God
on cannock chase there are two cemetaries , one for the german prisoners etc that died during the second world war and anotherfor the commonwealth soldiers that died, often ive spent an hour or two just walking and reflecting on what it must have been like for them during such times, it always chokes me when i see the ages of the boys, so many so young, i have a child nearly as old as many that were lost on both sides, a tragic thing war taken too damn lightly by some politicians
god rest all those that gave for their causes.
staggy
god rest all those that gave for their causes.
staggy
Olive Sweetheart
Thankyou for a very poignant and heart-warming thread ,
Like most to-day, I have remembered those I left behind in Borneo, Kenya and Aden and those that fell in other far off places.
I have grown old with pride for knowing those that can not grow old.
Thank you babe, and also thanks to all those who added their thoughts and prayers.
Bless you all
Fred (medic1) a more recent "Old Soldier"
Thankyou for a very poignant and heart-warming thread ,
Like most to-day, I have remembered those I left behind in Borneo, Kenya and Aden and those that fell in other far off places.
I have grown old with pride for knowing those that can not grow old.
Thank you babe, and also thanks to all those who added their thoughts and prayers.
Bless you all
Fred (medic1) a more recent "Old Soldier"
As Last Post fades, I cannot find the words to add to this thread.
This is a particularly difficult day for me this year; and for many others I'm sure.
The very first things I said in this café was . . .
We were good men and we will remember them.
But think of this; if, in your thoughts of remembrance; you have sadness - I would say that without exception, the men and women that I have known and lost, would rather you celebrated their lives rather than mourn their passing. I know I will.
Be happy. Be free. Be you.
This is a particularly difficult day for me this year; and for many others I'm sure.
The very first things I said in this café was . . .
We were good men and we will remember them.
But think of this; if, in your thoughts of remembrance; you have sadness - I would say that without exception, the men and women that I have known and lost, would rather you celebrated their lives rather than mourn their passing. I know I will.
Be happy. Be free. Be you.
I've been looking at the threads on SH for some time, and
this has been the most moving of all, so congratulations
to all that have participated in making it so.
Remembering the sacrifices of all those who have
perished in conflict, irrespective of their nation's flag, is
the very least that we can do.
Heartfelt thanks
Ash
this has been the most moving of all, so congratulations
to all that have participated in making it so.
Remembering the sacrifices of all those who have
perished in conflict, irrespective of their nation's flag, is
the very least that we can do.
Heartfelt thanks
Ash
"dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"
i'm no latin scholar, but "How lovely and wonderful it is to die for your country"...what a lie...
It scares me to know that young lads were blinded by it...
But I think it's a shame that the generation we have nowadays wouldn't fight for any cause.
Bravery, patriotism and pride are often misused as words for foolishness...but I think they're the only words you could use for the men lost in action.
i'm no latin scholar, but "How lovely and wonderful it is to die for your country"...what a lie...
It scares me to know that young lads were blinded by it...
But I think it's a shame that the generation we have nowadays wouldn't fight for any cause.
Bravery, patriotism and pride are often misused as words for foolishness...but I think they're the only words you could use for the men lost in action.
Quote by HornyStudent-M
"dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"
i'm no latin scholar, but "How lovely and wonderful it is to die for your country"...what a lie...
It scares me to know that young lads were blinded by it...
But I think it's a shame that the generation we have nowadays wouldn't fight for any cause.
Bravery, patriotism and pride are often misused as words for foolishness...but I think they're the only words you could use for the men lost in action.
. . . . . . and your freedom to say so comes from where?
I am a "modern day" ex-serviceman HS-M. I ask you this not in a confrontational or argumentative way. It is merely a question that formed in my mind as I read your post.
pardon me, having re-read it, I've not properly explained myself..
Most teenagers nowadays, I meant...
If we were to go to war in, say, ten years time and, however unlikely it is, conscription became an issue, how many people would voluntarily sign up? not many...
I was just pointing out that, in those times, there were many more people who were willing to fight for their family and country than nowadays, which is a shame.
Of course, I wasn't questioning the actual servicemen of nowadays, they're obviously passionate about defending their country and family, but I was merely questioning the general public, as a whole.
Most teenagers nowadays, I meant...
If we were to go to war in, say, ten years time and, however unlikely it is, conscription became an issue, how many people would voluntarily sign up? not many...
I was just pointing out that, in those times, there were many more people who were willing to fight for their family and country than nowadays, which is a shame.
Of course, I wasn't questioning the actual servicemen of nowadays, they're obviously passionate about defending their country and family, but I was merely questioning the general public, as a whole.
