jakee 1,563 #26 November 2, 2006 No worries, I used to think prose meant verse as well. Anyway, "They shall not grow 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, We will remember them"Do you want to have an ideagasm? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sweetness 0 #27 November 2, 2006 I don't wear a poppy, only because it's not a tradition here in Belgium ... ironic, isn't it ? However, being a historian and just by personal interest, I've always been very moved by the human stories and shocked by the horrors of WW I. I visited Ypres twice, along with the In Flanders Fields museum, the Menen gate, grave yards, and hearing the Last Post playing. It all got and gets to me a lot. Seeing the thousands and thousands of names and ages of the young British / Commonwealth soldiers engraved in the Menen gate, it brought tears to my eyes, and I feel extremely gratefull towards them. Horrible how they suffered ... This poem by Wilfred Owen -war poet- says it all ... read it, and realize: they have all lived this ... and there are so many who still live it "Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 flound'ring 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 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." "Ha ! I laugh at danger and drop ice cubes down the vest of fear ..." (Blackadder) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
kallend 2,106 #28 November 2, 2006 Aren't you 10 days early? Do they still play "Nimrod" at the Cenotaph on 11th?... The only sure way to survive a canopy collision is not to have one. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shropshire 0 #29 November 2, 2006 No, we stop wearing them on the 11th. (.)Y(.) Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shropshire 0 #30 November 2, 2006 Agh.... But Mr Kipling does make exceeding good poems (.)Y(.) Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SpeedRacer 1 #31 November 2, 2006 Poppies Poppies....Something with POISON in them!!! Speed Racer -------------------------------------------------- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
popsjumper 2 #32 November 2, 2006 I've smoked some in my youth but I've never actually worn one. My reality and yours are quite different. I think we're all Bozos on this bus. Falcon5232, SCS8170, SCSA353, POPS9398, DS239 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shropshire 0 #33 November 2, 2006 Heathens (.)Y(.) Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
popsjumper 2 #34 November 2, 2006 Reconstituted heathen, thank you. My reality and yours are quite different. I think we're all Bozos on this bus. Falcon5232, SCS8170, SCSA353, POPS9398, DS239 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shropshire 0 #35 November 2, 2006 Oh yeah... I forget - silly me. (.)Y(.) Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SkyDekker 1,465 #36 November 2, 2006 I wear mine with pride. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Andy_Copland 0 #37 November 2, 2006 QuoteHalf a league half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred: 'Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns' he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 'Forward, the Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismay'd ? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd & thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack & Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke, Shatter'd & sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse & hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! The Charge of the light Brigade, nearly 200 years ago. Seeing as we are posting poems i thought why not.1338 People aint made of nothin' but water and shit. Until morale improves, the beatings will continue. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bob.dino 1 #38 November 3, 2006 QuoteJust my view, don't want to upset anyone. You're more than entitled to your opinion, but you do have some basic facts misinterpreted. When the UK signs up to a treaty such as the European Convention on Human Rights, then the actions of people, the courts, and the government are held to the standards of that treaty. That's not exactly surprising now, is it? Otherwise, what's the point of signing it? The EU has no jurisdiction in many areas, but rules have been set in competition law, open markets, and similar. There's been a relatively recent push into social law (things like "no, you can't make people work 80hr weeks"), but as far as I remember the UK has an exemption from that. Might I suggest getting your information about Europe from a source other than The Daily Mail or The Sun? Neither are exactly impartial when it comes to the subject of the UK in Europe. And no, I don't wear a poppy. I'm Irish. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mnealtx 0 #39 November 3, 2006 QuoteNo worries, I used to think prose meant verse as well. Anyway, "They shall not grow 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, We will remember them" I've quoted that on here before... Anzac, right?Mike I love you, Shannon and Jim. POPS 9708 , SCR 14706 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Erroll 80 #40 November 3, 2006 QuoteQuoteNo worries, I used to think prose meant verse as well. Anyway, "They shall not grow 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, We will remember them" I've quoted that on here before... Anzac, right? It is known as Remembrance Day in South Africa too. Wearing the poppy is still a tradition but mostly practised by the older folk. The poem above is used as a prayer by our MOTHs. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freekflyguy 0 #41 November 3, 2006 Not wearing one at the moment, but I reckon the 22 years of military service I have just completed give me a little lattitude. Buzz xxxIt's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
skydiver30960 0 #42 November 3, 2006 For reasons not important to the discussion, I was always a fan of McCrae's. When I was in school I did a little sleuthing in the library and found an original copy of the Punch where the poem was first published. I also found a book on him, a short biography and a collection of his other works. Pasted on the inside cover of the book was a response to In Flanders' Fields, by one Maud Oliver. I've never been able to find any other reference to Maud Oliver than this one (apparent) clipping from a newspaper countless years old. Although there are other responses to McCrae, this is my favorite and the only I've committed to memory: Yes, ye may sleep ye Canadian brave; For freedom's flag forever waves Where once the hun with iron tread Trampled the living and the dead. You heard the call from distant land And caught the torch from falling hand. You held it high, you carried on, 'Til victory at last was won. True: you no more see sunset glow; Nor feel the breeze of morn ablow; Nor hear the skylark's lilting note Rise up to heaven from golden throat. Yet in our home, beyond our ken, You still shall guide the hearts of men. Though crucified and torture wrung, Your deeds shall live on every tongue. Sleep softly then, in Flanders' bed, 'Neath coverlet of poppy red. The wind shall softly o'er you sigh, The birds sing soothing lullaby. -Maud Oliver Elvisio "can't type anymore" Rodriguez Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
