11-11-2006, 11:35 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Wehret Den Anfängen!
Location: Ontario, Canada
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Remember
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. Never again. Dulce Et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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11-12-2006, 12:10 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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Location: Lion City
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I raised a toast to my grandfather who served and was injured in WWII and my uncles who all served in the forces. Also to my cousin in the JTF2, currently somewhere in Afghanistan.
They don't do Remembrance Day in Singapore so I just took some time to remember on my own.
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11-12-2006, 12:20 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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Location: In my angry-dome.
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I just finished "Canada's Greatest Battles - The last 100 Days (WWI)" tonight. Absolutely brutal stuff all those guys put up with. Made of tougher stuff than I.
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