don't forget

[MKFox]

They shall not grow old as we who 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...

 

[Siouxsie]

However many times I watch them I still find these parades very moving.


My grandad - shot down over Belgium

 

[The Major]

They shall not grow old as we who 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...

Went to watch the youngest (11) on parade with the guides this morning. That quote always chokes me.

 

[Darth Vodka]

i walked past the Cenotaph at 3am today

was really spooky and i was quite emotional

all these ****ers today worrying about organic food or what school is best or the price of petrol... they don't know war and they don't know loss

oh and i really needed a piss, which i had to hold in until a phonebox at Embankment

 

[indierich06]

I find it sad that those are the only lines people remember, when the whole poem is absolutely heart wrenching:

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 our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, 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 of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
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 that shall 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.

 

[homer]

Might explain why some people think that chanting Engerland-Engerland-Engerland is acceptable behaviour during the minute silence..........


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