Bushbaby Posted November 7, 2007 Share Posted November 7, 2007 I think it is now time for the governement to grant a blanket pardon to all those who were “Shot at Dawn” in The Great War The majority of them were victims of the power driven madness of Duggie Haig and were no more cowards than they were flamenco dancers. They suffered from an intense mental illness brought on by, in many cases, years of coming under enemy fire, and it’s time for our elected leaders to examine the evidence and make a responsible decision. It would be better to pardon a few genuine cowards than to maintain this unfair tarnish of thousands of very brave boys I’ll be outside Cole Brothers’ on Sunday morning proudly sporting my medals, and I will be thinking of ALL our soldiers. Bless ‘em Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CHAIRBOY Posted November 7, 2007 Share Posted November 7, 2007 I really do feel that the only people passionate about Remembrance Day are the remaining direct and close descendants of the fallen. To most others its an inconvenience and it makes my blood boil when I see a total disregard for what is now a paltry few minutes of respect. I had an uncle who was a POW in WW2 but no other involvement I am aware of. I merely put myself in the position of many unfortunate families who have lost dear ones and remember what I was taught when a child; remove headwear at silences, I take my flat cap off when a funeral cortege passes and remove it for National Anthems etc. Many times now, when we actually get a "minute's silence" at a football match the commentator has said; "Impeccably observed" but as the camera has panned around the ground, there are so many people still wearing headgear! It's as though people are unaware of the correct protocol and the minute's applause has come into being because so may people are just unable to keep quiet for a mere minute. So many people engrossed in number one! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Plain Talker Posted November 7, 2007 Share Posted November 7, 2007 Lest we forget. Seeing as it is coming up to Remembrance Day, I thought it only fitting to write a little verse in memory of my uncle John. May he rest in peace. Broken Dreams His father a miner as his father before The thought of the pit, his mind did deplore A new path he chose, though a path so short Leaving youth behind, no more to cavort With Innocence of youth, and ignorance of grief For king and country, was his one true belief Seduced by glory and childhood dreams To do his duty, against all extremes The phoney war over, the battle began He took up arms, against Hitler’s master plan The glory of battle and no thought for regards His only dream. The Inniskilling dragoon guards To stem usurpation, of England and ally Fascist rule, he fought to deny In the fields of France, by his comrades he stood Gerry fired first shot, and shed first blood Dunkirk to his back and the enemy he faced He stood his ground and gave no grace Demise of his comrades, the blood and the gore This broken dream, was the reality of war Though mortally wounded, his head held high For truth and liberty, he was proud to die The lament in his heart, was his only pain His parents and siblings, he will never see again He prepared for his maker, with no fear of death With thoughts of old England, he drew his last breath With no wife to grieve and no sweetheart to mourn He was laid for perpetuity, one misty spring morn. Copyright © 2007 Mick Coyle Coyleys, that's a very touching poem. My grandpa fought in WWI, and God alone knows what horrors he and his compatriots saw. He was wounded, but came back safely (in a fashion) to his family, and for that we are grateful. We take time out to remember the lads who didn't come back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madowl Posted November 7, 2007 Share Posted November 7, 2007 A SOLDIER'S PRAYER Dear Lord Please let me have regular dreams like others do Not these nightmares of memory Let my dreams be filled with light and joy Not smoke and terror Let me hear the laughter of children Not the screams of men dying Let the birds fill the air with song Not the sounds of bombs and bullets Let the rivers run pure and clear Not red with blood Let everyone be healthy and whole Not missing limbs and faces Let the earth look as you made it Not scorched and cratered Let me wake up smiling Not searching for the enemy Let the sweat on my pillow be from summer's heat Not the sweat of fear and anxiety but dear Lord most of all I beg you Please don't let my children or their children pray to you as I am doing tonight Amen. ........................................................................................ If the human race wishes to have a prolonged and indefinite period of material prosperity, they have only got to behave in a peaceful and helpful way toward one another. Winston Churchill. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bushbaby Posted November 7, 2007 Share Posted November 7, 2007 A SOLDIER'S PRAYER Dear Lord Please let me have regular dreams like others do... . Lovely poems guys, and sentiments to be trluy admired Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
helbco Posted November 8, 2007 Share Posted November 8, 2007 rogG - your comment about the UK observance of Rememberance Day is relevant in Australia. At least we do 'Poppy Day' and people have been wearing Poppys all this week but you will never see cars, public transport and people on the street stopping at 11am. There will be church services but otherwise life goes on. Hey - we have a (state) public holiday for a horse race but not for a November rememberance! At least we have a 'sort of' holiday for ANZAC Day to remember the appalling loss at Gallipoli. 'Sort of' means offices and banks are closed but shops are allowed to open after lunch. We also have a major football match that afternoon which is actually part of the ANZAC tradition and there is always a suitable acknowledgement before the game so that is not such a bad thing. I can't bear to read the poems that others have posted and I been very distressed with the recent loss of life of Australians, not only in Iraq but Afghanistan - how sad that nobody really cares! As someone else commented - they associate war only with old people. My Grandfather survived WW1 and returned to work in Sheffield - but never talked about it and I have seen others so badly affected that they were never capable of working any more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Di-namic Posted November 8, 2007 Share Posted November 8, 2007 I’ll be outside Cole Brothers’ on Sunday morning proudly sporting my medals, and I will be thinking of ALL our soldiers. Bless ‘em I'll be in Barker's Pool this Sunday,with friends,paying my respects. sometimes we go to London, it's so moving.I'm proud to be there to say thank you to you all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
soft ayperth Posted November 9, 2007 Share Posted November 9, 2007 Sad to hear abt the situation in Australia, helbco. Maybe it's just over here that remembrance day is well profiled. I lived for many years in Newfoundland, which has been a province of Canada since 1949, but before then was a British colony. On July 1, when the rest of Canada focuses on Canada Day, all the provincial flags (until recent years, the Union Jack) fly at half mast in remembrance of all the Newfoundlanders who lost their lives at Beaumont Hamel in WW1,. Almost an entire regiment was slaughtered. Then, of course, along with the rest of Canada, they commemorate Nov 11. Never hurts to say "thanks." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
medusa Posted November 9, 2007 Share Posted November 9, 2007 I'm a huge believer in there being 'right' times to actually face some facts and truths about the level of hardship and pain that others have faced to enable our present and future. At least a part of Sunday will be spent watching (with a box of tissues) a few home truths about what (and who) Remembrance Day is all about. The day may also involve a visit up to the practice trenches that were dug by the Sheffield Pals regiment before they were all sent to their deaths. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nosy nellie Posted November 9, 2007 Share Posted November 9, 2007 Out to France one day some tourist went. The battlefields to see. There they saw the wreck and ruin of the fight for liberty. One old soldier,digging graves there Stopped his work and with his spade. Proudly he stood to attention O;er a grave he had newly made. All the tourists stood and watched him Why stand so?one of them said Solemnly the soldier answered My two minutes to the glorious dead Two minutes of silence Two minutes of prayer Bow your head to the glorious dead. Who lie in the graves out there A world stood by in silence In reverence we see. To hero,s so brave Whose lives freely gave. Just to keep old Britain free. I have seen them in the trenches in the cruel frost and snow. Standing there with bayonets ready In two minutes o,er the top they go. No complaints,a simple handshake they were there to prove their worth Best of luck was all they murmured Perhaps their last words on this earth And each wooden cross that I am fixing. Says to all who pass by. Side by side they fought together. Side by side in death they lie. Yes only two minutes of silence not much as the hours speed by But enough at times when needed To prove how a Britain can die. Enough for the heartbroken mother. Who opens a message to learn. That the lad who for years she had worshipped Never more to her side will return. Enough for the wife, now a widow To gaze at her children and say. God help us my darlings to bear it. Your daddy was killed in the fray. Enough for the gray haired old father To learn of the death of his son. And to say though his heart may be breaking. Twas gods will and gods will will be done. And i am out here digging graves now. So that all who have suffered a loss. May stand by a grave where he is buried For two minutes prayer at his cross. So thats why I stand to attention Though to me it seems only too small. To give two minutes to the departed Who for Britain and Honour gave all, Written at Serre. France. 1919. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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