Remembrance Sunday
07 November 2009, 11:04 PM
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Although a guy I worked with got the Queen's Galantry medal, his views had me in stiches. He feely admits, what won it for him was the supidist thing he's done!! but under the right circumstance.
Although a guy I worked with got the Queen's Galantry medal, his views had me in stiches. He feely admits, what won it for him was the supidist thing he's done!! but under the right circumstance.
08 November 2009, 12:53 PM
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We both attended our local remembrance parade this morning. it took me back to my days in the Scouts and how we used to be in the parade marching through the streets lined with people and the service at the war memorial.
It was good to see representation from all the armed services, a service band, the sea, air and army cadets, the Fire service, the scouts and the girl scouts too and the parish councillors and mayor as well as the vicar of course. Many wreaths were laid at the memorial and it felt like most of the townspeople were there too.
I really hope this this annual ceremony never stops, it is a very important occasion that we must never forget.
I also remeber the traffic stopping and the drivers getting out of the cars for the 2 minute silence.
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It was good to see representation from all the armed services, a service band, the sea, air and army cadets, the Fire service, the scouts and the girl scouts too and the parish councillors and mayor as well as the vicar of course. Many wreaths were laid at the memorial and it felt like most of the townspeople were there too.
I really hope this this annual ceremony never stops, it is a very important occasion that we must never forget.
I also remeber the traffic stopping and the drivers getting out of the cars for the 2 minute silence.
Les
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08 November 2009, 01:04 PM
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I saw the association for North Atlantic sailors in the walk-by today, which brought a lumop to my throat. My grandfather was a gunner on the North Atlantic convoys: a RN man on a merchant navy ship; and one of the mnoirity who came home after five six years. There was an association for Russian convoy survivors too, but there werent many of them... His ship broke down as they were about to make sail for Russia.
Sadder than that though, is seeing all of the soldiers injured in Iraq and Afghanistan; and sadder still, fallen soldiers widows and children.
Sadder than that though, is seeing all of the soldiers injured in Iraq and Afghanistan; and sadder still, fallen soldiers widows and children.
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08 November 2009, 02:32 PM
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Went over to Wootton Bassett for the service there and found it wasn't til this afternoon, even the fire brigade had turned up not knowing. So we had a minutes silence at 11am, "Lest We Forget"
08 November 2009, 05:16 PM
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Even my 5 year old wanted a poppy today, even he has some inkling of the importance and solemnity of the occasion. But think on the fact that this is the last one we hold as a separate sovereign state. From Dec. 1st we are just a district of the EU. All that our forefathers fought for has been given away by the traitorous MPs we supposedly elect to look after our interests.
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08 November 2009, 05:30 PM
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(2) Rupert Brooke, The Soldier (1914)
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, 1914.
We are all so very proud and will never forget the sacrifices made by those, who have both lived to remember the horrors and others who sadly died, brave men and women who have served our country
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, 1914.
We are all so very proud and will never forget the sacrifices made by those, who have both lived to remember the horrors and others who sadly died, brave men and women who have served our country
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08 November 2009, 07:24 PM
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(2) Rupert Brooke, The Soldier (1914)
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, 1914.
We are all so very proud and will never forget the sacrifices made by those, who have both lived to remember the horrors and others who sadly died, brave men and women who have served our country
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, 1914.
We are all so very proud and will never forget the sacrifices made by those, who have both lived to remember the horrors and others who sadly died, brave men and women who have served our country
09 November 2009, 11:22 AM
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Even my 5 year old wanted a poppy today, even he has some inkling of the importance and solemnity of the occasion. But think on the fact that this is the last one we hold as a separate sovereign state. From Dec. 1st we are just a district of the EU. All that our forefathers fought for has been given away by the traitorous MPs we supposedly elect to look after our interests.
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09 November 2009, 12:02 PM
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Went to the cenotaph yesterday as I do every year. I go in the afternoon when it's just me. This gives me an opportunity for me to pay my respects and have a read of some of the things left.
This particular one struck a cord so much in fact I went back with a pen and paper to copy the words. I'm not even slightly religious but I thought I'd share it with you all.
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
This particular one struck a cord so much in fact I went back with a pen and paper to copy the words. I'm not even slightly religious but I thought I'd share it with you all.
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
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