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    In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row. Lest we forget

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row.
    Lest we forget

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    Original Poster

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    THE POEM

    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.

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    Beautiful

    Original Poster

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    For The Fallen

    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.

    - Robert Laurence Binyon

    Whilst In Flanders Fields reminds us exactly what poppies stand for, this is a reminder that this year is the 100th anniversary of the Battle of the Somme. Like In Flanders Fields, it is a truly moving piece of poetry and this is one of the best renditions of it that I have ever seen/heard

    Dulce et Decorum Est

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    Eve of the Battle of the Somme.

    On the eve of the battle Lt Percy Boswell of the Yorkshire Light Infantry wrote to his father for the final time, saying: “The Hun is going to get consummate hell just in this quarter and we are going over the top tomorrow when I hope to spend a few merry hours in chasing the Bosch all over the place.

    “I am absolutely certain that I shall get through all right, but in case the unexpected happens I shall rest content with the knowledge that I have done my duty – and one can’t do more.”

    Lt Boswell went on to be killed within the first hour of the battle on July 1 1916.















    Such brave men. RIP.

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    Yes remember the fallen but don't forget the living who are dying in pointless wars every minute of every day

    sowotsdis

    Yes remember the fallen but don't forget the living who are dying in … Yes remember the fallen but don't forget the living who are dying in pointless wars every minute of every day



    ​this is not the right place for you to twist this to your own topic.

    Please leave this post or kindly stay on topic.

    I hope you understand what remembrance Sunday is for.

    I know it's a bit late now probably but if you do see a poppy seller, offer them a cup of coffee or just have a chat with them. Standing there all day must drag on and these are the finest men and women you could hope to meet.

    Banned

    r.i.p soldiers.

    cchopps

    Spare a moment for Olive Cook today


    give it a break son. off topic, thread spoiling.

    Banned

    davewave

    give it a break son. off topic, thread spoiling.



    First of all. I'm not your son, more than likely old enough For you to be mine, and please don't tell me what to do. No one else does.


    Edited by: "cchopps" 11th Nov 2016

    cchopps

    First of all. I'm not your son, more than likely old enough to be yours. … First of all. I'm not your son, more than likely old enough to be yours. A secondly please don't tell me what to do. No one else does.


    Whatever you say my dear friend, just stay on topic and stop trying to spoil.

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    davewave

    Whatever you say my dear friend, just stay on topic and stop trying to … Whatever you say my dear friend, just stay on topic and stop trying to spoil.



    You're still doing it. I prefer talking with the engine driver, not the oily rag. Have a nice day.

    cchopps

    You're still doing it. I prefer talking with the engine driver, not the … You're still doing it. I prefer talking with the engine driver, not the oily rag. Have a nice day.


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    Remember
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    davewave



    Thanks for the heads up. I had no idea what today represented.

    Find it in your heart for a moment for her too.

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    cchopps

    Thanks for the heads up. I had no idea what today represented.Find it in … Thanks for the heads up. I had no idea what today represented.Find it in your heart for a moment for her too.


    Kindly leave when you go shut the door behind you. Thread spoiling is clearly your game - have some respect my dear chum.

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    It's Veterans' Day in America; I have just read the following and thought it was appropriate for our Rememerance Day:

    WE DON'T KNOW THEM ALL, BUT WE OWE THEM ALL.

    Banned

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    Unknown Warrior


    BENEATH THIS STONE RESTS THE BODY
    OF A BRITISH WARRIOR
    UNKNOWN BY NAME OR RANK
    BROUGHT FROM FRANCE TO LIE AMONG
    THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS OF THE LAND
    AND BURIED HERE ON ARMISTICE DAY
    11 NOV: 1920, IN THE PRESENCE OF
    HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE V
    HIS MINISTERS OF STATE
    THE CHIEFS OF HIS FORCES
    AND A VAST CONCOURSE OF THE NATION
    THUS ARE COMMEMORATED THE MANY
    MULTITUDES WHO DURING THE GREAT
    WAR OF 1914-1918 GAVE THE MOST THAT
    MAN CAN GIVE LIFE ITSELF
    FOR GOD
    FOR KING AND COUNTRY
    FOR LOVED ONES HOME AND EMPIRE
    FOR THE SACRED CAUSE OF JUSTICE AND
    THE FREEDOM OF THE WORLD
    THEY BURIED HIM AMONG THE KINGS BECAUSE HE
    HAD DONE GOOD TOWARD GOD AND TOWARD
    HIS HOUSE


    Edited by: "cchopps" 11th Nov 2016

    Original Poster

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    this is the bit that resonates most with me

    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.

    IF I should die, think only this of me:
    That there's some corner of a foreign field
    That is forever 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 the 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.
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