Raise a glass....

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  1. Tonight, raise a glass in memory of all those who fell on this day in 1944 on the beaches of France.
  2. Cutaway

    Cutaway LE Reviewer

    I've already started.
    Memories of old gentlemen, many now unfortunately gone, come flooding back with each glass.

    We will remember them.
  3. RIP
  4. I watched The Longest Day again yesterday and as usual thought about the real men behind the story. A glass will most certainly be raised.

    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 to the 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
  5. My local quite often draws a chap who was L/Cpl in Middlesex on D Day (served 36-52, later Drill bloke). Feed him and DoC obit and he gives me the low-down on them.

    Will seek him out tonight.
  6. For my today, I thank you.

    Beebs x
  7. A couple of years ago I walked the beaches and visited a British, an American and yes a German cemetry.
    No words can describe how I felt as I looked over those fields of white (or black for the German dead) stones.
    The enormity of what was done, the sacrifice of so very many,

    To them all, whatever nationality, whatever side.

    "To the world you were a soldier, to me you were my son"
  8. Their sacrifice shall not be forgotten!
  9. To all who fell in battle, for what you sacrificed, Thank You.
  10. Freedom Isn't Free

    I watched the flag pass by one day.
    It fluttered in the breeze.
    A young Marine saluted it,
    And then he stood at ease.
    I looked at him in uniform
    So young, so tall, so proud,
    With hair cut square and eyes alert
    He'd stand out in any crowd.
    I thought how many men like him
    Had fallen through the years.
    How many died on foreign soil?
    How many mothers' tears?
    How many pilots' planes shot down?
    How many died at sea?
    How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
    No, freedom isn't free.

    I heard the sound of taps one night,
    When everything was still
    I listened to the bugler play
    And felt a sudden chill.
    I wondered just how many times
    That taps had meant "Amen,"
    When a flag had draped a coffin
    Of a brother or a friend.
    I thought of all the children,
    Of the mothers and the wives,
    Of fathers, sons and husbands
    With interrupted lives.
    I thought about a graveyard
    At the bottom of the sea
    Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
    No, freedom isn't free.
  11. Is there an anniversary showing of The Longest Day tonight on TV?

    If not, there should be!