01 July 1916

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  1. RTFQ


    Not a typical Naafi thread. I won't be apologising.

    90 years ago, a generation of men from all over the world stood at the base of crudely constructed ladders, alongside their mates, unaware that they were about to live out the worst, and often final, day of their lives.

    A great deal has been written about what came next.

    I would ask that each of us should wake up tomorrow and silently watch how the sun lays across the curves of our wives and girlfriends. Concentrate on the noises our children make as they wake up anticipating their summer holidays.

    And if it is at all in your power, one day, go to the Thiepval Memorial to the Missing and say Thank You.

    Rest In Peace.
  2. At the going down of the sun
    And in the morning
    We shall remember them.

    For NAAFI's sake the black stuff is on tap for yez all here this evening.

    Here's to you boys!
  3. If I should die, think only this of me:
    That there's some corner of a foreign field
    That is forever 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

    Nice one, RTFQ.
  4. Thanks to those brave men's deeds, the closest the rest of us will ever come to such horrors is watching the last episode of Blackadder.

    Rest in peace lads.
  5. RTFQ


    An epitath worth proudly bearing.
  6. Rest in Peace Lads. For our tomorrow, they gave their today.
  7. Everyone should visit that place once in there life time... take a handkerchief with you though.

    Thankyou for 'our today'
  8. I'm going to a school fete tomorrow.

    What a fitting place to reflect on such a day.

    Thank-you, lads.
  9. Ventress

    Ventress LE Moderator

    Words aren't enough.

    Never forgotten.

    Pte Harry Ingham, 11 East Lancs (Accrington Pals) Buried Railway Hollow Cemetery Serre. KIA 1st July 1916. One of the many.
  10. Top post RTFQ

    I was there for the eightieth. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife early that morning. One of the most moving experiences of my life.

    My paternal grandfather (19) and his uncle John (39) went over the top that morning with the South Staffords. John was killed that morning, has no known grave and is remembered on the Thiepval memorial. His cousin, also John, was killed that day with 9th Gordon Highlanders. He is buried in the Gordon Cemetery at Mametz.

    My maternal grandfather (15!!!!) also left the trenches that morning with the 2nd Gordons. His brother, Alexander (23) in the same battalion, was wounded. He subsequent died of his wounds on 9th July during repatriation and is buried in the Aubigny Cemetery at Calais.

    It is impossible to describe how you feel when you see your own name on the Thiepval memorial. Takes quite a few minutes to recover.
  11. Thankyou for my little brothers freedom, gentlemen.

    We will remember them
  12. You Sir,are a true wordsmith,no apologies needed or sought.
  13. was watching on thursday night, a programme about Macrae's Battalion, and the local football team who inspired hundreds of local men to join up. these men fell near contalmaison.
    i sat watching and weeping without even realising i was doing it.

    it struck me, that as there was the football connection it might be the ideal programme to show to kids in school, who may not be interested in war, but would be interested in the sacrifices made, led by the hero footballers of their day.

    truly moving.

    RIP boys
    you sacrificed everything for us, and you shall not be forgotten
  14. Amen indeed.

    The profoundly emotional visit I made to the Somme and Thiepval where my Great Great Uncle's name is forever etched on one of the memorial column faces that depicts the names of the tens of thousands of our brave boys who's bodies were never found will haunt me forever. My Gt Gt Uncle, at just 21 years old, endured the horrors of the Somme for 3 months before he was killed. His sacrifice is never far from my thoughts, my pride and reverence immense for him his comrades My first tank drive I dedicated to his memory, my utmost respect extends to every single one of them today and every day. The importance of Rememberance Day cannot be overstated. All should pay their respects at Thiepval at some point in their lives, the enormity of noble sacrifice is utterly overwhelming.

    For the Fallen

    With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
    England mourns for her dead across the sea.
    Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
    Fallen in the cause of the free.

    Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
    Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
    There is music in the midst of desolation
    And a glory that shines upon our tears.

    They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
    Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
    They were staunch tot he 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.

    They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
    They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
    They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
    They sleep beyond England's foam.

    But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
    Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
    To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
    As the stars are known to the night;

    As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
    Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
    As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
    To the end, to the end, they remain.

    Laurence Binyon