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Discussion in 'General Chat' started by bordie, Nov 8, 2019.
Thought provoking picture
I love that statue. It says everything,
There are many war grave sites in the Netherlands.
This is the scene of soldiers, airmen and children paying their respects to those allied soldiers that lost their lives in Arnhem during Operation Market Garden in the war cemetery in Oosterbeek near Arnhem. 1,680 British and 73 Polish soldiers are laid to rest in Oosterbeek. Every year, the Battle of Arnhem is commemorated with a range of activities in and around Arnhem in September.
Watching the Royal British Legion Festival on BBC 1. Very entertaining but also very moving.
It is just amazing isn’t it. I can never watch it without a few tears!
I will stand with the all tomorrow and I will remember them
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I’ll be at our local remembrance parade and service tomorrow. A couple of years ago I had the honour of laying the wreath for our branch of the RBL. Ringo wears his poppy too.
they also served
And sadly for the majority who survived the war there was no homecoming. 1 million horses were conscripted, 62,000 came back.
I look at my boy and think how grateful I am. How awful it must have been to not only have the people you cared about sent off to war but also your horse.
Dillons breed nearly died out serving in battle fields of WWI.
"During the first world war, the Briard was used, almost to the point of extinction, by the French army as a sentry and messenger, and to search for wounded soldiers."
I was brought up in a church going household.
From a young age the annual remembrance service moved me to tears.
For various reasons I no longer go to church.
This morning I was passing with Heidi as the small church procession lay poppy wreaths at the war memorial.
I stood at a distance.
Tears again. It was humbling to join the part of the service that means so much and “remember them” as I used to.
I took Isla up to a nearby old WW2 airfield for our walk. It’s not used any more of course and most of it has been returned to farm land, but there is an area that still has the old tarmac which is gradually being broken up and reclaimed by nature. The farmer has designated this piece as a wildlife area and usually seeds a small adjoining field with seed bearing grasses and flowers. Always interesting to go there to see and hear birds and search out the various wildflowers that are taking over the old runway.
When I got to the main runway where the planes took off and landed, I paused and thought of those men who lost their lives so that we could be free. It was so peaceful today, beautiful blue sky and a few birds twittering in the fields and a red kite roaming overhead.
It was here that I remembered them.
I thought the PM looked a disgrace at the memorial service this morning, looked as if he didn't want be there.
Poem: Forgotten Voices
By the Hale family
Sadden when people dismiss red poppies and Remembrance Day as glamourising war etc.
Its the politicians and leaders who create wars, not the soldiers .
Below is a poem written by a family who's soldier farther was killed in Afghanistan
Forgotten Voice by the Hale Family in the Sunday Mirror today
A blood red poppy on a grey winter’s day reminds me that we do not mourn or remember alone
The children who waited with their faces pressed to the window watching for the daddy who would never come home
To help with the homework, decorate the Christmas tree, frighten prospective boyfriends and sneak kisses with mum in the kitchen.
We are the children who say Father’s Day isn’t important, and birthdays don’t need
to be special.
We are the army children, who still proudly and fiercely love our dads.
And when we see a blood red poppy, on a grey winters days, we know you reach out
to us and say,
For our tomorrow, they gave their today.
Who needs a dad to take their daughter to uni for the first time, or squeeze her hand as he walks her down the aisle?