Lest we forget

briggie · 10-11-2010, 19:40

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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.

jims-terrano · 10-11-2010, 19:45

A cause close to me, I shall be observing the silence tomorrow. All 3 of my kids will be in the parade on Sunday, eldest will be in the band leading the parade. That'll bring a lump to my throat.

Jim

Deleted account DD · 10-11-2010, 23:57

I too will be observing tomorrow

R1cho · 11-11-2010, 00:07

as will I, my brother is in the army, goes out to afghan on tour just before xmas.

Peasgood · 11-11-2010, 00:22

I will be quite honest and admit to usually forgetting about the 2 minutes silence. I rarely know what time it is and am usually on my own anyway.
Having said that, I think of them very often throughout the year and will certainly never forget them.
I'm not really sure why, but it is something very close to my heart. It was all before my time and only just within my parents time (WW2). My Gran told me she could remember WW1. Even so, none of my grandparents went to war. My paternal grandfather was decorated for his home guard activities and my maternal grandfather was in a reserved occupation. I do have very strong regard for all of those that did go.
I can well remember in my younger days the older folk that had arms and legs missing etc. over time they gave got less and less to the point where you don't really see any anymore. I'm not forgetting the younger victims of more recent conflicts, but thankfully they are not in such great numbers as those of the two world wars.
I have the greatest respect for the bravery, courage and dignity for those that gave. I am eternally grateful for what they did and for the fact that it wasn't me.
May they rest in peace.

briggie · 11-11-2010, 00:23

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 gas-shells dropping softly 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
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.

Wilfred Owen

solarman216 · 11-11-2010, 00:48

I remember in secondary school in London we had a teacher who was severley disfigured and was unable to walk properly, his face was contorted, and he had difficulty in speaking quickly, but he was a great teacher as as far as I was concerned, but he became subject to harasment from some of the more active members of the students, he was like he was because he survived a concentration camp, I only wish I could have done something to help but at that time I could not, I did not fully understand, I will always remember, Rick

briggie · 11-11-2010, 00:52

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
mors et fugacem persequitur virum
nec parcit inbellis iuventae
poplitibus timidove tergo.

"How sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country:
Death pursues the man who flees,
spares not the hamstrings or cowardly backs
Of battle-shy youths."

solarman216 · 11-11-2010, 00:59

Sorry Pete do not quite understand, but guess it is good, Rick

Peasgood · 11-11-2010, 01:00

Our science teacher, Mr Littlemore, was a lovely fella. Kind, helpful etc. No control over the class at all. I think his pupils just gave him hell to be honest.
Apparently he was a POW, one of those Bridge over the river Kwai men.
How little did we realise at the time. We knew, but we had no understanding whatsoever.

Mr Roberts, another science teacher, OK when he was in the right humour, but to be quite truthful he wasn't fit to be around kids. Also a POW that suffered.

Mr Wainwright, a maths teacher. He was a "Flyboy". One question about spitfires and he would talk for the whole lesson on that subject. Probably learned more about planes than maths in his class.

Then the others that never mentioned it at all, yet were ther just the same.

God bless them all.

briggie · 11-11-2010, 01:06

Quote:

Originally Posted by solarman216

Sorry Pete do not quite understand, but guess it is good, Rick

"How sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country:
Death pursues the man who flees,
spares not the hamstrings or cowardly backs
Of battle-shy youths."

jims-terrano · 11-11-2010, 01:10

Well guy's kind of similar subject but for the modern day heroes. I'm involved with a team who'll be doing a canal boat pull along the Leeds Liverpool next year in aid of Help for Heroes. Still planning at the mo but I'm sure I'll find a way to get donations nearer the time

All being well you'll be able to track us via satelite tracking and Google Maps. Even got a week long pass from the Mrs

More info to follow early next year.

Jim

briggie · 11-11-2010, 01:12

Quote:

Originally Posted by jims-terrano

Well guy's kind of similar subject but for the modern day heroes. I'm involved with a team who'll be doing a canal boat pull along the Leeds Liverpool next year in aid of Help for Heroes. Still planning at the mo but I'm sure I'll find a way to get donations nearer the time

All being well you'll be able to track us via satelite tracking and Google Maps. Even got a week long pass from the Mrs

More info to follow early next year.

Jim

stick a tow rope on the back of my wheelchair mate , id be only too happy to help

jims-terrano · 11-11-2010, 01:13

Quote:

Originally Posted by briggie

stick a tow rope on the back of my wheelchair mate , id be only too happy to help

kbekl · 11-11-2010, 01:31

Rudyard Kipling-1916

"'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

'Has any one else had word of him?'
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind -
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!"

For those that gave in the past,in the present and those who will give in the future that most revered of all things....Life......

10-11-2010, 19:40	#1
briggie Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: peoples democratic republic of west yorkshire Vehicle: " alice " Posts: 10,473	Lest we forget They went with songs to the battle, they were young.Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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.

10-11-2010, 19:45	#2
jims-terrano Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: UK Posts: 12,965	A cause close to me, I shall be observing the silence tomorrow. All 3 of my kids will be in the parade on Sunday, eldest will be in the band leading the parade. That'll bring a lump to my throat. Jim

10-11-2010, 23:57	#3
Deleted account DD Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2008 Posts: 4,705	I too will be observing tomorrow

11-11-2010, 00:07	#4
R1cho Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Wales Vehicle: 1997 LandCruiser Colorado Posts: 4,201	as will I, my brother is in the army, goes out to afghan on tour just before xmas.

11-11-2010, 00:22	#5
Peasgood Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2010 Location: North West Vehicle: Terrano Posts: 228	I will be quite honest and admit to usually forgetting about the 2 minutes silence. I rarely know what time it is and am usually on my own anyway. Having said that, I think of them very often throughout the year and will certainly never forget them. I'm not really sure why, but it is something very close to my heart. It was all before my time and only just within my parents time (WW2). My Gran told me she could remember WW1. Even so, none of my grandparents went to war. My paternal grandfather was decorated for his home guard activities and my maternal grandfather was in a reserved occupation. I do have very strong regard for all of those that did go. I can well remember in my younger days the older folk that had arms and legs missing etc. over time they gave got less and less to the point where you don't really see any anymore. I'm not forgetting the younger victims of more recent conflicts, but thankfully they are not in such great numbers as those of the two world wars. I have the greatest respect for the bravery, courage and dignity for those that gave. I am eternally grateful for what they did and for the fact that it wasn't me. May they rest in peace.

11-11-2010, 00:23	#6
briggie Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: peoples democratic republic of west yorkshire Vehicle: " alice " Posts: 10,473	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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 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. Wilfred Owen

11-11-2010, 00:48	#7
solarman216 Off road maniac Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Bexhill on Sea Vehicle: Y60 Patrol Me, 3 ltr Mrs Posts: 17,432	I remember in secondary school in London we had a teacher who was severley disfigured and was unable to walk properly, his face was contorted, and he had difficulty in speaking quickly, but he was a great teacher as as far as I was concerned, but he became subject to harasment from some of the more active members of the students, he was like he was because he survived a concentration camp, I only wish I could have done something to help but at that time I could not, I did not fully understand, I will always remember, Rick

11-11-2010, 00:52	#8
briggie Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: peoples democratic republic of west yorkshire Vehicle: " alice " Posts: 10,473	Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori: mors et fugacem persequitur virum nec parcit inbellis iuventae poplitibus timidove tergo. "How sweet and fitting it is to die for one's country: Death pursues the man who flees, spares not the hamstrings or cowardly backs Of battle-shy youths."

11-11-2010, 00:59	#9
solarman216 Off road maniac Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Bexhill on Sea Vehicle: Y60 Patrol Me, 3 ltr Mrs Posts: 17,432	Sorry Pete do not quite understand, but guess it is good, Rick

11-11-2010, 01:00	#10
Peasgood Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2010 Location: North West Vehicle: Terrano Posts: 228	Our science teacher, Mr Littlemore, was a lovely fella. Kind, helpful etc. No control over the class at all. I think his pupils just gave him hell to be honest. Apparently he was a POW, one of those Bridge over the river Kwai men. How little did we realise at the time. We knew, but we had no understanding whatsoever. Mr Roberts, another science teacher, OK when he was in the right humour, but to be quite truthful he wasn't fit to be around kids. Also a POW that suffered. Mr Wainwright, a maths teacher. He was a "Flyboy". One question about spitfires and he would talk for the whole lesson on that subject. Probably learned more about planes than maths in his class. Then the others that never mentioned it at all, yet were ther just the same. God bless them all.

11-11-2010, 01:10	#12
jims-terrano Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: UK Posts: 12,965	Well guy's kind of similar subject but for the modern day heroes. I'm involved with a team who'll be doing a canal boat pull along the Leeds Liverpool next year in aid of Help for Heroes. Still planning at the mo but I'm sure I'll find a way to get donations nearer the time All being well you'll be able to track us via satelite tracking and Google Maps. Even got a week long pass from the Mrs More info to follow early next year. Jim

11-11-2010, 01:31	#15
kbekl Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Manchester Vehicle: Ford Maverick 2.7 LWB GLX Posts: 1,519	Rudyard Kipling-1916 "'Have you news of my boy Jack?' Not this tide. 'When d'you think that he'll come back?' Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. 'Has any one else had word of him?' Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. 'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?' None this tide, Nor any tide, Except he did not shame his kind - Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide. Then hold your head up all the more, This tide, And every tide; Because he was the son you bore, And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!" For those that gave in the past,in the present and those who will give in the future that most revered of all things....Life......