The Eleventh Hour

[Davethedog]

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.

[divegirl]

Thank you for posting that.

[rowanwitch]

Thank you for posting this read it during 2 minutes

[Greedyfly]

indeed

[anneasquith]

thanks dave.

[paddywak]

a little bit late

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4NtSqZcT_

[paddywak]

Dont know why the links not working but it should have been the Last Post

[Count-A-Strong]

Perfect Dave.

[bobjugs12]

We will remember them

[TheOtherHalf]

Amen

[Bbbananas]

Thanks Dave. I appreciated that x

[bobjugs12]

Last Post

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4NtSqZcT_4

[bobjugs12]

Sorry paddy, double post there

[Davethedog]

I thougt it was apt - Thanks for appreciating it.

[paddywak]

No problem bob,fot some reason my link didn't work

[netibiza]

Thank you , made me cry, so appropriate.

[rowanwitch]

Written in 1918 moira Michael

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.



In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915


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.

[tiggerblue10]

I'll never forget the very last scene in Blackadder Goes Forth with the field of poppies. Brings tears to my eyes every time I see it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IglUmgYGxLM

[zzxxee]

tigger thanks for that link i am a huge blackadder fan and although its a comedy that is the most moving piece of television brings tears to my eyes

lest we forget

we shall remember them xxx

[tiggerblue10]

It is a comedy but as you say zz it has such a poignant ending.