Remembrance Day

[Diego Varen]

Remembrance Day

 

Since there isn't a thread for it, I thought I'd create it. This thread is for those who fought in the First World War and lost their lives in that war.

 

Feel free to pay your respects here.

 

[Darth InSidious]

Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Te decet hymnus Deus, in Sion, et tibi reddetur votum in Ierusalem. Exaudi orationem meam; ad te omnis caro veniet.

[Pavlos]

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.

 

May it never happen again.

[adamqd]

For my Great-grandfather William "Bill" Stone 1898-1947 WWI Veteran

 

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.....

[Jae Onasi]

For my Great-uncle, Kenneth Cady, who I never met....

 

Wounded twice in the Battle of the Bulge, and killed by a sniper 1 April 45--his sacrifice saved the rest of his unit that day.

[Rev7]

To all who served, or was casualty of war, you will always be remembered and commemerated.

[lukeiamyourdad]

Let those sacrifices not be in vain and that such events never again happen in the history of mankind.

[mimartin]

To my great, great uncle from La Plata Missouri whom was shot down during WWI. He was a braver man than I am by just getting into one of those planes.

 

First member of my family that did something we could be proud of, two of his kin were run out of Missouri for horse theft.

[The_Catto]

Here's to my great grandfather who lost his life on the shores of Gallipoli.

 

This one's for you!

 

I just wish I had the chance to know you, Pop.

[Totenkopf]

Thanks to all the vets out there, past and present, and thanks for your service and sacrifices.