01-11-2011, 10:19 PM
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Re: Remembrance Day. Lest we forget.
"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.
Alexandria Military & War Memorial Cemetery
Remembering all the brave men and women who lost their lives in the fight for freedom.
Remembering Uncle D whose life was taken in Alexandria in August 1942 at the age of 20.
I didn't know you but have a wealth of memories about you left to me by Dad, your older brother.
Lest we forget
06-11-2011, 11:02 AM
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Originally Posted by Meg
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''Remembrance Day. Lest we forget''.
In 1914 a number of my family members belonged to the local band, Grampa, Dad and his brother who were still boys, Uncles and Cousins .
When WWI came many of them proudly marched away some never to return.
One Sunday afternoon shortly after the war ended the band was playing in the local park, youths who had been too young to go to war and the luck few men who had returned.
It was late autumn, the sun was setting and families were starting to think of heading home.
Two of the band members, cornet players left the park . The remainder began playing the hymn ‘Abide with me’ as a tribute to the fallen.
Across the park drifted an echo as the cornets playing a descant. Not a soul moved, the golden leaves fell along with the tears as all stood silent remembering those who were lost and hopes that would never be fulfilled....
Dad told me this story, he was one of the Bandsmen.
No, some of us will never forget..
06-11-2011, 11:53 AM
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09-11-2011, 10:17 PM
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DULCE ET DECORUM EST - Wilfred Owen (WW1 poem)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.
(which means - it is sweet and right to die for your country.
In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country).
The brave souls who gave their lives in all the wars really had little choice - We truly do owe it to them never to forget their ultimate sacrifice.
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