remember them

every year on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.we pause to remember those men and woman who have died or suffered in all wars and confilcts and to all the animals that suffered.i will be there in the morning i salute you all.god bless

 

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This is a touching thread.

 

I don't need to remember Bordie and the reason I don't need to remember is because I never forget them the other 364 days of the year.

At the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, Armistice Day, the guns, after four brutal years, finally fell silent

It was during that first silence in 1918 thousands upon thousands of men on the battlefield laid down their weapons and stopped slaughtering one another.

They believed that the sudden silence was the voice of God.


I doubt there's few alive today who were present when God spoke clearly to mankind.


We salute them all!

 

11th Nov..Polish National Day..guess why that very date?

 

The process of restoration of Poland's independence was gradual; the date chosen is the one on which Józef Piłsudski assumed control of Poland. The Independence Day was constituted in 1937 and was celebrated only twice before World War II. In the People's Republic of Poland (PRL) the national holiday was moved to July 22 the day the PKWN Manifesto was issued. In 1989 the Independence Day was moved back to November 11.

In 1918, after 123 years of occupation, the Polish state was reborn and regained its independence. Autumn 1918 marked the end of World War I and the defeat of all three occupiers. Russia was plunged into the confusion of revolution and civil war, the multinational Austro-Hungarian monarchy fell apart and went into decline and the Germans bowed to pressure from the forces of the Entente.

 

Always remember through s that stood up for the world, brave people.

 

thank you zaros in the morning i will stand with them the old and the young and i will remember when god spoke and i will have a tears in my eyes god bless them all

 

You should put a link to your source when you quote someone elses words.

National Independence Day - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Sorry Bordie.

I'll be thinking of them and people like you with family out there somewhere

 

I simply cannot imagine what it must have been like for those young men in the trenches each waiting for the order to go over the top and each praying that God had better eyesight than their supposed enemy.

And I simply daren't imagine how it must have been for those behind the first few brave souls over the top when they were forced to witness their brothers in arms been wantonly slaughtered before their very eyes.

I doubt there's a greater fear on this earth knowing you're about to face a cruel and untimely death.

However, I have often tried to imagine what it must have been like for those who were faced with no other choice but to take the life of another man and deprive his children of a father, his wife of her husband. Deprive a sister a brother. And a mother and father of their beloved son.


I spy.

I see him through my rifles aim
And the question is to kill or maim
Yet there's something I just cannot figure
Why the hell should I pull the trigger?

But if he sees me through his rifle's aim
Would he ever think the same
Or spare a thought and try to figure
Whether conscience or impulse was over the trigger?

We see each other through our rifles aim
And for one brief moment pass thoughts the same
Though I don't suppose I shall ever figure
Why the hell it was I who pulled the trigger?

Copyright © 2007 C.R.M.

 

Some Memories of Some of the Men of St Crispin's Day

Personal stories | Operations

The Lone Surviving Nurse Witness to one lot of Jap Atrocities. Had she not survived, no one would have known how these surrendered serving men and nurses, died.

http://www.awm.gov.au/people/1906.asp

 

i'm sat watching the ceremony on tv. i have to leave for work as soon as the 2 minute silence is done (i refuse to leave before)

to all those who bravely fight and have fought to give us the freedom we have today...

we shall remember xx

 

Thought this might remind us that a lot of the lads loved their dogs and cats, and might give us a smile, tho I would never risk mine in such a way...

warwriting

 

I was sat in the car up on the North Downs listening to The Last Post on the radio. Giving a silent thanks for my right to remember them in my own way

 

I found my Grandads WW1 discharge (fined for a fight in the barracks but a good soldier), my uncle lost part of his ankle running across an aircraft deck as the Japanese attacked, my dad (91) only ever spoke of WW2 after his stroke, how he was sent to Scotlans and put on a boat to Durban (6 weeks at sea) he remembered the ships name (SS Sibajack)



Dad was in the "Warks" but got transferred toe the "Staffs" but volunteered foe special duties upon hearing how many losses the Staffs were taking, the special duties were driving a truck with a radio transmitter following the fighting keeping in touch with GHQ back in England (the "Phantom" regiment)

But he did get to see South Africa, Libya, Italy (Monte Cassino was a bit of a mess he said!), Greece, Spainm France and Germany.

He stayed out of harms way - for which I thank him - and seems to have found various diversions, including racing a Moto Guzzi up and down a hill foerseveral days, selling some bus tyres he "found" and (he says) blagging Mussolini's staff car...........


In this photo hes on a train carriage in Italy, denoted by the "FS" markings (Ferrovie dello Stato Italiane)