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**Winstanley** · 25-07-2009, 18:18

Yes - we should have a state funeral for the last Tommy. Harry was a symbol of that brave generation who died, and were injured, in hundreds of thousands. RIP.

**Gundolph** · 25-07-2009, 18:19

RIP - Old boy

**Brassneck** · 25-07-2009, 18:21

Rest in Peace squire

**OrangeBiscuit** · 25-07-2009, 18:22

RIP, so many great men lost in just one week

**sentinal** · 25-07-2009, 18:30

Thank you for all you have done! - RIP

**MSI64** · 25-07-2009, 18:37

Originally Posted by Winstanley

Yes - we should have a state funeral for the last Tommy. Harry was a symbol of that brave generation who died, and were injured, in hundreds of thousands. RIP.

Its not what Harry wanted, so we should go with his wishes!

**tasha32** · 25-07-2009, 18:38

Rip Harry Patch.

Sir - Damian (Dib) Morgan 1998

So Sir - on behalf of the young and the free
Will you take a message when you finally do leave
To your mates that are lying from Tobruk to the Somme
The legend of your bravery will always live on

I’ve welcomed Olympians back to our shore
I’ve cheered baggy green caps and watched Wallabies score
But when I watch you marching (Sir) in that parade
I know these are the memories that never will fade

So Sir - on behalf of the young and the free
Will you take a message when you finally do leave
It’s the least we can do (Sir) to repay the debt
We’ll always remember you - Lest We Forget

**Toxicseagull** · 25-07-2009, 18:44

RIP Harry

Does anyone remember or have a poem that was posted in henry's thread, which was a discussion between a mother and daughter about the poppy and had a line such as "how soon they forget"?

**glosterbaggie** · 25-07-2009, 18:54

R.I.P. Mr Harry Patch

**plaster** · 25-07-2009, 19:02

Originally Posted by Toxicseagull

RIP Harry

Does anyone remember or have a poem that was posted in henry's thread, which was a discussion between a mother and daughter about the poppy and had a line such as "how soon they forget"?

[quote]

A Poem for Remembrance Day

"The inquisitive mind of a child"

Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.

But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.

The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.

But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again