To all our veterans and especially those who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom ...
HAPPY VETERAN'S DAY!
HAPPY VETERAN'S DAY!
Remembrance Day
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My entire family as far back as our history can be traced has fought in wars around the world....
A moving gesture, but just too bad it was such a waste of time....
Humanity is enthralled captivated and enslaved to appetites that know no limits. Periodically, the overt slavery is quelled, the sweatshops and more subtle forms of slavery come and go, but the deaths of millions in the name of this or that....have amounted to very little. It is perhaps our nature, like our preferences for "heroes", that we willingly engage in ever-escalating mortal conflicts that seldom resolve anything.
A moving gesture, but just too bad it was such a waste of time....
Humanity is enthralled captivated and enslaved to appetites that know no limits. Periodically, the overt slavery is quelled, the sweatshops and more subtle forms of slavery come and go, but the deaths of millions in the name of this or that....have amounted to very little. It is perhaps our nature, like our preferences for "heroes", that we willingly engage in ever-escalating mortal conflicts that seldom resolve anything.
I will go to the one at my church. We have a couple vetrans in the congregation and they get a chance to come up and share their stories. They do the revelrie and incorporate a standard rememberence day ceremony in with the regular church stuff.
This is a poem written by my 13 year old daughter. I was quite proud of her and thought I would share it.
Fight of Freedom
Gunshots, bombs and sinking ships
Is that all we remember of war?
What about the people who died for us,
Do they not matter anymore?
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers
They all lost their lives.
Trying to free our country
Their pain with every stride.
Crosses now mark their graves
As they lie beneath the sand
Poppies bloom on every row
Giving proof of our Free Land
So lets just cherish what is left
Green land, trees, rivers, and homes.
And take the time to remember
Our fighters, now dust and bones
We should always remember
These people who were brave and just
And to hold their fight of freedom
Within us in our trust.
Because without them
This world of war would have no end
So lets just remember our trust
and those who fought for freedom,
For peace, and for love
Till the end.
KB
Fight of Freedom
Gunshots, bombs and sinking ships
Is that all we remember of war?
What about the people who died for us,
Do they not matter anymore?
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers
They all lost their lives.
Trying to free our country
Their pain with every stride.
Crosses now mark their graves
As they lie beneath the sand
Poppies bloom on every row
Giving proof of our Free Land
So lets just cherish what is left
Green land, trees, rivers, and homes.
And take the time to remember
Our fighters, now dust and bones
We should always remember
These people who were brave and just
And to hold their fight of freedom
Within us in our trust.
Because without them
This world of war would have no end
So lets just remember our trust
and those who fought for freedom,
For peace, and for love
Till the end.
KB
I'd like to thank all the contributors to this very honourable thread.
Stories told and untold too.
Tears of pride and terrible sorrow.
Fragile hearts that hold war's secrets.
Frail hands and crooked backs belie their bravery.
Some shell shocked with silent tongues.
Distant stares and wet-eyed nods.
Medals still worn with honour.
Boys became men, men became heroes.
They march to this day.
Warriors that sacrifice.
War is the enemy.
I have to go.
Please don't cry mother.
Stories told and untold too.
Tears of pride and terrible sorrow.
Fragile hearts that hold war's secrets.
Frail hands and crooked backs belie their bravery.
Some shell shocked with silent tongues.
Distant stares and wet-eyed nods.
Medals still worn with honour.
Boys became men, men became heroes.
They march to this day.
Warriors that sacrifice.
War is the enemy.
I have to go.
Please don't cry mother.
There's still a few oldtimers left in Britian:
Harry Patch, who is 109 years old, was called up for service in 1917 when he worked as an 18-year-old apprentice plumber in Bath.
Mr Patch fought at the battle of Passchendaele in Belgium - a conflict that lasted three months and cost nearly 500,000 lives on both sides.
That summer was one of the wettest on record and no-man's land became a sea of mud where men drowned cowering from machine-gun and sniper fire.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7084764.stm
Harry Patch, who is 109 years old, was called up for service in 1917 when he worked as an 18-year-old apprentice plumber in Bath.
Mr Patch fought at the battle of Passchendaele in Belgium - a conflict that lasted three months and cost nearly 500,000 lives on both sides.
That summer was one of the wettest on record and no-man's land became a sea of mud where men drowned cowering from machine-gun and sniper fire.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7084764.stm
On the way to church this morning I had to almost come to a complete halt because people were congragating on the bolevard in the middle of the road. Turns out there is a veteran's memorial there that I had never even seen before.
At church they did the usual stuff. But they also did a segment in Children's time where they first had all the veteran's stand up (we had 3). Then they had those who had family which were veterans or active duty stand. That got about 1/2 the congregation. Then they had anyone who had friends which were vetrans or active duty, almost everybody stood. Quite touching.
At church they did the usual stuff. But they also did a segment in Children's time where they first had all the veteran's stand up (we had 3). Then they had those who had family which were veterans or active duty stand. That got about 1/2 the congregation. Then they had anyone who had friends which were vetrans or active duty, almost everybody stood. Quite touching.
