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Slapshot | 23:14 Sat 09th Nov 2013 | ChatterBank
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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 her tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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 at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime;
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 will 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 1914
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You who sit, or walk, or run
Never hear the distant guns
Never heard the cries of pain
As she'll shocked soldiers fell like rain.
A SIMPLE SOLDIER

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simply headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
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These are just beautiful. I'm speechless.
Very moving sentiments, yes agreed.
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Lawrence Binyon's opening lines say everything.

The poignant thought for me is that, when that was written, had you asked any soldier or any commander what , exactly , they were fighting for, you'd have got the wrong answer. The Great War was simply 'an accident waiting to happen' and it cost us a generation of men.
Opening lines? I mean famous lines, obviously, but out of abundant caution and all that I go ^ !
One of my favourite Poets, I have a tiny tattered copy of The Shropshire Lad that I love to dip into.

Soldier from the wars returning

Soldier from the wars returning,
Spoiler of the taken town,
Here is ease that asks not earning;
Turn you in and sit you down.

Peace is come and wars are over,
Welcome you and welcome all,
While the charger crops the clover
And his bridle hangs in stall.

Now no more of winters biting,
Filth in trench from fall to spring,
Summers full of sweat and fighting
For the Kesar or the King.

Rest you, charger, rust you, bridle;
Kings and kesars, keep your pay;
Soldier, sit you down and idle
At the inn of night for aye.




[The end]
A. E. Housman's poem: Soldier From The Wars Returning

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I'm always reminded of this come Remembrance Sunday....
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Me too, but there is a reason why drunken men 'having fun' are not accepted by all. It does not matter that they can say they might die for our country. Bad behaviour is just that, the activities of the few tar the rest and the reputation goes before all. Kipling never lived in Colchester !
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori..... wish I could link....wonderful sad sad bittersweet words....written by a man who lived the life in trenches....stayed in craiglockhart Edinburgh....where I did teacher training....was a hospital then.....but ..brave brave men...
Fred ... I did stay in Colchester many moons ago....I know if what you speak...but even the squaddies..... in the frog and beans. Is it still there ? ....deserve our respect

All so moving and very true.
LEST WE FORGET
Captain Wilfred Spender of the Ulster Division's HQ staff after the Battle of the Somme was quoted in the press as saying, "I am not an Ulsterman but yesterday, the 1st. July, as I followed their amazing attack, I felt that I would rather be an Ulsterman than anything else in the world. My pen cannot describe adequately the hundreds of heroic acts that I witnessed...
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.
Thank you for all the poems and songs-can't help crying. An uncle died at Gallipoli in WW1 and his son died as a POW on the Burma Railway.My father fought in WW1 but never talked about it to his family.Man's inhumanity to man.
Bee. Xxx
Respect my darling...Always .....m
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Flanders Fields, is one of my favourites.

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