General Chat

My father, who served in two world wars and was never able to talk of his experiences. The broken men who returned from Korea who were my own patients, and those from Malaya around the same time. Also those of my colleagues who were killed in various skirmishes in other countries. The young of the past have little to prove.

Yet another year has past.

God bless all service men and women.

And all those that have past REST IN PEACE.
ALL WAYS REMEMBERED

joy , why do we still march

has realy brought a tear to my eye

we must never forget all the brave men and women throughout all the years god bless them all

http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2008/10/23/poppy-campaign.html?ref=rss

Poppy Man tours war zone to launch Remembrance Day appeal

In an act of derring-do, the British legion launched its poppy campaign in a war zone for the first time — with none other than its mascot Poppy Man.

The mascot appeared alongside troops at a ceremony Thursday in the southern Iraq city of Basra that included a service of dedication at a memorial wall remembering fallen British soldiers in Iraq. He also toured operating stations in Iraq.

The trip marks the first foray outside the U.K. for Poppy Man, a life-size figure made of wire mesh covered in scores of fake poppies that has grown in popularity since his first appearance in Royal British Legion ads in 2007.

Poppy Man has a page on Facebook, a blog tracking his travels across the U.K and recently tapped into mobile blogging through Moblog, allowing users to upload cell phone pictures of him to the web.

You're welcome.

God rest all who have gone and give strength to all who are here,

Caz xxx

Thank you for posting on this again Joy

Regards Linda :o)

"Why do we still march?"

Why do you still march, old man,
with those medals on your chest?
Why do you still grieve, old man, for
those you laid to rest?

Why do your eyes still gleam, old man,
when you hear those bugles blow?
Tell me why you cry, old man,
for those days so long ago.

I'll tell you why I march, young man,
with those medals on my chest.
I'll tell you why I grieve, young man,
for those friends I laid to rest.

Through misty folds of gossamer silk,
come visions of distant times, when
boys of very tender age,
marched forth to different climes.

We buried them in a blanket shroud,
their young flesh scorched and blackened,
a communal grave, newly gouged,
in the blood-stained gorse and bracken.

And you ask me why I march, young man?
I march to remind you all,
But for those apple blossom youths,
you'd never have known freedom at all.


Written by the then 90-year-old Bill Ridley.

Read on Armistice Day, 11th November 1999, by Richard Cartridge, on Radio Solent.

When you go home tell them of us and say for your tomorrow we gave our today.

IN REMEMBERANCE

My great grandfather James Methven middlesex Regiment 16/8/1917
also his brother Walter Methven 11/4/1917

Tracy x

Thinking of all those gone before, and those in the service of their country now, around the world in constant danger.

I hope those not attending a service today, will take a few moments at 11 am, to give thanks for their freedom and honour the brave men and women and their grieving families.

We will remember them.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori?

To all the fallen and families left behind.
For our land of freedom
Lest we forget.

For our freedom, we thank them. They gave so we may be free,


God rest all of you in the angels arms,

Carol and Graeme xxx

For tomorrow

I was pleased to see in shops today notices asking people to respect two minutes silence tomorrow, on Armistice Day and Remembrance Sunday.

I wear my poppy with pride and respect for every man woman and child that lost thier lives during all the wars May they rest in peace.

At the Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month.When the "So Called" Great and Good,are bowing their Heads in Honour of the Sacrifice made by so many Men and Women,in the Past,May they also be doing it in "Shame" for the way they have "Betrayed" Those Sacrifices Made by so Many for the Country we once Had. Merlin.

Lest We Forget.

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Deb