Lest We Forget

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  1. In Flanders Fields

    By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
    Canadian Army

    IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
    Between the crosses row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.







    RIP
     
  2. Well done to Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint for wearing their poppies with pride!

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    Shame that none of the adult cast members nor Emma Watson appear to have seen fit do to the same... :evil:

    (c) BBC
     
  3. The poppies that you see people wear,
    Are there to show you they still care.
    We open our hearts so that we can share,
    A moment of silence, and offer a prayer.

    To all the soldiers who died saving our country.
     
  4. This has already been posted on ARRSE but it is buried deep in another thread so I make no apologies for posting it again. Apologies if your screen goes blurry, it's a temporary IT problem know as "emotion" and it will soon pass!

    "Please wear a poppy," the lady said,
    And held one forth, but I shook my head,
    Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
    And her face was old and lined with care;

    But beneath the scars the years had made
    There remained a smile that refused to fade.
    A boy came whistling down the street,
    Bouncing along on care-free feet.

    His smile was full of joy and fun,
    "Lady," said he, "may I have one?"
    When she'd pinned it on, he turned to say;
    "Why do we wear a poppy today?"

    The lady smiled in her wistful way
    And answered; "This is Remembrance Day.
    And the poppy there is a symbol for
    The gallant men who died in war.

    And because they did, you and I are free -
    That's why we wear a poppy, you see.
    I had a boy about your size,
    With golden hair and big blue eyes.

    He loved to play and jump and shout,
    Free as a bird, he would race about.
    As the years went by, he learned and grew,
    And became a man - as you will, too.

    He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
    But he'd seemed with us such a little while
    When war broke out and he went away.
    I still remember his face that day.

    When he smiled at me and said, 'Goodbye,
    I'll be back soon, Mum, please don't cry.'
    But the war went on and he had to stay,
    And all I could do was wait and pray.

    His letters told of the awful fight
    (I can see it still in my dreams at night),
    With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
    And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.

    Till at last, at last, the war was won -
    And that's why we wear a poppy, son."
    The small boy turned as if to go,
    Then said: "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.

    I slunk away in a sort of shame,
    And if you were me, you'd have done the same:
    For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,
    Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid!

    And so, when we see a poppy worn,
    Let us reflect on the burden borne
    By those who gave their very all
    When asked to answer their country's call
    That we at home in peace might live.
    Then wear a poppy! Remember - and Give!

    by Don Crawford
     
  5. I was appalled at work the other day when a thirty-something asked me what it was all about and why I was wearing one. I was told what it was all about from a young age and do my small bit each and every year without fail. Kids nowadays are completely ignorant of both wars and all that was lost in them but to have an adult like it is just embarrassing. I'm in my early twenties and am just shocked that people my age, and every age for that matter, don't even care anymore. It also irritates me when I get put into the same 'group' as these idiots just because I'm young.
     
  6. VerminWA

    Many thanks, I read that poem around 15 years ago in a local paper at this time of year and have thought about it many times since and never found it, even thougn I've often described it to people. You're right about the blurry screen!
     
  7. My headmaster in Seconday school used to recite this poem every year when rememberance Day came along, and it's always stuck in my mind! Only later did I discover it was a very bad song..but as poem it's quite prudent.



    Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?

    Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?

    Where have all the flowers gone?

    Gone to young girls, every one!

    When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?


    Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?

    Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?

    Where have all the young girls gone?

    Gone to young men, every one!

    When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?


    Where have all the young men gone, long time passing?

    Where have all the young men gone, long time ago?

    Where have all the young men gone?

    Gone to soldiers, every one!

    When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?


    And where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?

    Where have all the soldiers gone, a long time ago?

    Where have all the soldiers gone?

    Gone to graveyards, every one!

    When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?


    And where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?

    Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?

    Where have all the graveyards gone?

    Gone to flowers, every one!

    When will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?