In memory of the dead...

[Chancellor Valium]

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.

[Opium]

Thank-you for posting this thread.
(I don't the wording perfectly, so I c&p from the Globe and Mail)


In Flanders Fields
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.

[e of pi]

Huh? :?

[Opium]

Huh? :?

November 11th is the Day of Remembrance. It was on this day in 1918 that fighting in the Great War ceased. It remembers all those lost in war, and thanks all those who suffered for our freedom.

I believe it's called Vetrans Day in the USA.

[e of pi]

Oh. Okay. Sorry, didn't think.

[Zeke]

Around the battlements go by
Soldier men against the sky,
Violent lovers, husbands, sons,
Guarding my peaceful life with guns.

My pleasures, how discreet they are!
A little booze, a little car,
Two little children and a wife
Living a small suburban life.

My little children eat my heart;
At seven o'clock we kiss and part,
At seven o'clock we meet again;
They eat my heart and grow to men.

I watch their tenderness with fear
While on the battlements I hear
The violent, obedient ones
Guarding my family with guns.

- "War On the Periphery" by George Johnston (1951)

(I've always loved this poem, and I used it as last year's Remembrance Day newspost. What I didn't know then was that Johnston was not just a Canadian poet, but a longtime professor at my alma mater, Carleton University. That was before my time, however -- he retired in '79.)

[Burt]

It seems a good idea, at the time of year, to reopen this thread.

I know this isn't a WW1 poem exacty, but I think the lyrics are pretty powerful.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Remember the dead; never forget the living.

[Chancellor Valium]

Good thinking.

[PointyHairedJedi]

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