Naturaly I used the Scottish one.
http://poppy.workwithus.org/
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| Author: | GBC [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:57 pm ] |
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I hope we've all made some form of donation to the various charities who help us to remember our war dead? If not, you can do it online with the Earl Haig foundation or the British legion. |
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| Author: | GBC [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:05 pm ] |
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The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever 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 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. Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915). |
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| Author: | Stinky Pete [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:16 pm ] |
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Yes slip todays/tonights tips into the poppy box, 20 odd quid won't go amiss, or do it online http://www.poppy.org.uk/givemoney.cfm |
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| Author: | GBC [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:18 pm ] |
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Naturaly I used the Scottish one.
http://poppy.workwithus.org/ |
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| Author: | kermit2482 [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:04 pm ] |
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GBC wrote: The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever 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 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. Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915). Very good GBC and its nice to see people remembering our veterans and war dead
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| Author: | jimbo [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:26 pm ] |
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The wife is down at the Albert Hall today. We've been several times over the last 15 years, a real tearjerker, especially when the Chelsea pensioners march on. And the Royal Marines Band. Our son used to play saxaphone in the band. Very special experience. There has been a spate of collection boxes stolen round here, how do they sleep? Hope the drugs they buy do them in. |
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| Author: | Sussex [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:29 pm ] |
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| Author: | MR T [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:55 pm ] |
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| Author: | smiffyz (geoff) [ Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:08 pm ] |
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My local's the British legion, so donations are automatic for everyone who's a member and wants a pint!, must admit the poppies are crap this year though, ive 2 crackers in my car given to me by a old boy we pick up every day, he made a point of getting me a decent one! |
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| Author: | blobby [ Sun Nov 12, 2006 12:03 am ] |
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Last rideout of the year on my motorbike was to the Albert in the heart of the Somme on the way back we came back through Belgium - had lunch in Ypres and went up to the Menin Gate - 54,896 names of officers and men for whom no identifyable remains have been found on one monument - very humbling - a further 34.984 names on plaques at nearby Tyne Cot Cemetery. The last post has been played every night at 20:00 hrs for the last 79 years since the Menin Gate Memorial was first opened in 1927, the local Fire Brigade perform this ceremony, the main road through the town is through this gate and the traffic is halted to allow the last post to take place. This is what I call respect. If anyone is interested here is a link:- http://www.fylde.demon.co.uk/menin.htm A good video tribute to the recent fallen can be seen here:- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtl5kmWrFLg |
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| Author: | GMB Branch secretary [ Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:48 pm ] |
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IF ANYONE ASKS WHY WE DIED TELL THEM ITS BECAUSE OUR FATHERS LIED JOHN KIPLING KILLED 1918 The first world war a filthy trade war promoted by the Capitalists and the King and his cousin the Kaiser.Workers from Britain,Germany .France.Belgum.Holland.Turkey.Russia.Denmark.Ireland.United States.Australia.New Zealand.S Africa.India. slaughterd an appalling tragedy.we say never again.but today Iraq.When Will They Ever Learn? |
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| Author: | Guest [ Mon Nov 13, 2006 12:04 am ] |
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Sussex wrote: McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains to this day one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915. Here is the story of the making of that poem: Although he had been a doctor for years and had served in the South African War, it was impossible to get used to the suffering, the screams, and the blood here, and Major John McCrae had seen and heard enough in his dressing station to last him a lifetime. As a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade, Major McCrae, who had joined the McGill faculty in 1900 after graduating from the University of Toronto, had spent seventeen days treating injured men -- Canadians, British, Indians, French, and Germans -- in the Ypres salient. It had been an ordeal that he had hardly thought possible. McCrae later wrote of it: "I wish I could embody on paper some of the varied sensations of that seventeen days... Seventeen days of Hades! At the end of the first day if anyone had told us we had to spend seventeen days there, we would have folded our hands and said it could not have been done." One death particularly affected McCrae. A young friend and former student, Lieut. Alexis Helmer of Ottawa, had been killed by a shell burst on 2 May 1915. Lieutenant Helmer was buried later that day in the little cemetery outside McCrae's dressing station, and McCrae had performed the funeral ceremony in the absence of the chaplain. The next day, sitting on the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the Canal de l'Yser, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, McCrae vented his anguish by composing a poem. The major was no stranger to writing, having authored several medical texts besides dabbling in poetry. In the nearby cemetery, McCrae could see the wild poppies that sprang up in the ditches in that part of Europe, and he spent twenty minutes of precious rest time scribbling fifteen lines of verse in a notebook. A young soldier watched him write it. Cyril Allinson, a twenty-two year old sergeant-major, was delivering mail that day when he spotted McCrae. The major looked up as Allinson approached, then went on writing while the sergeant-major stood there quietly. "His face was very tired but calm as we wrote," Allinson recalled. "He looked around from time to time, his eyes straying to Helmer's grave." When McCrae finished five minutes later, he took his mail from Allinson and, without saying a word, handed his pad to the young NCO. Allinson was moved by what he read: "The poem was exactly an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene." In fact, it was very nearly not published. Dissatisfied with it, McCrae tossed the poem away, but a fellow officer retrieved it and sent it to newspapers in England. The Spectator, in London, rejected it, but Punch published it on 8 December 1915. I was especially proud to attend this mornings service wearing the Poppy Necklace that my 11 year old son bought for me when he visited Flaunders Field Museum in September. While there he took interest in a particular grave of a soldier from the Norfolk Regiment. Having returned home he contacted the Regiment and it turns out that this brave young soldier lived on the same street as us but 18 doors up when he was a lad, he then married and moved to the same street as my lads school. He was shot and injured in 1915 and died in action within the year. My son wrote his name on the back of his poppy today whilst he attended three ceremonies with the Naval Cadets. May they rest in peace. |
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| Author: | JD [ Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:12 am ] |
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No doubt we all have relatives and parents who gave their all for this country of ours, in both world wars. Not forgetting those further afield in other countries including the commonwealth etc, who also gave the ultimate sacrifice in order that we could enjoy the freedoms we have today. I often think of those brave men and women who in many cases were sacrificed to slaughter by incompetent politicians and poorly advised officers, from Gallipoli to Dunkirk. We now know that many of the sacrifices were needles and could have been avoided but "we should not" and "will not" forget those brave men who fought and died not only for this country but many other as well. Many men had no idea what they were fighting for and what they were dying for, perhaps that is still a question that is being asked to this very day? In the light of the brave men that are still being killed in that God Forsaken place called Iraq, then there is every reason why that question should still be asked? I have submitted the first verse of a poem that anyone can add to because no doubt some have strong sentiments about those who died for this country. Try and keep it to the point and make it rhyme, the poem is called.... We died for this. We lay amongst the rubble, as our gallant comrade's fell They showed us little mercy, as they showered us with shell Not one man left that graveyard, of Flanders field that day And Nor could they remember, what they died for on this day, ...................................................... |
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| Author: | Sussex [ Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:15 am ] |
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JD wrote: We died for this.
We lay amongst the rubble, as our gallant comrade's fell They showed us little mercy, as they showered us with shell Not one man left that graveyard, of Flanders field that day And Nor could they remember, what they died for on this day, ...................................................... But we remember them, their bravery, their heroism, their loss And those lads who didn't make it, asleep in a field, under a cross |
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