Lest We Forget

[john cumming]

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.

 

Lest we forget

 

 

 

 

 

John

 

 

[greenlands]

God bless.

 

Lindsay C.

[alec guinness]

pigeon fancier Bob Reeves just featured on bbc now!

[tiger]

god bless them

[ALF]

God bless them all

[knoxjn]

we were at belgium at the football a few eeks back and hired a minibus to take us to yrpes to some of the cemetarys it was heartrending to see all the headstones in the town itself they play the last post every single night at the menin gate in this country we cant even observe a minutes silence makes you think

[Guest bigda]

may they all rest in peace.

[HOMER49]

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.

 

Lest we forget

 

 

 

 

 

John

 

 

 

 

Hi John

Poem in full

 

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 contemn.

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.

 

God Bless Them

Homer 49

[HOMER49]

Hi All

A poem that reflects the horror of war

 

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.

 

Cheers

Homer 49

[fred x]

Lost my Granddad Royal Fusiliers, March 1916 in WW1.

 

My Dad went though WW2 Royal Artillery fought with Montgomery in Egypt,Home safe but not the same My Mother said!.

 

(LET THOSE WHO COME AFTER SEE TO IT THAT THEIR NAMES BE NOT FORGOTTEN)

 

I am proud I did my bit for Queen & Country Royal Artillery Light A A, in the late 1950's

British Army on the Rhine (The cold War).

[sapper756]

I AM PROUD TO SAY:

 

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