A place to write a short positive comment about a family member who served but is no longer with us
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.
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Served in ww1 in the horse artillery but would never talk about it.
He was Terrified of thunder and I used to sit with him as a child on stormy nights until it had passed
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"A place to write a short positive comment about a family member who served but is no longer with us
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.
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Thank you for the time to do this shame more could not respect just 2 Minnits of time for so meny.
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My father in law, served in the 5th Battalion of the Kings Shropshire Light Infantry.
Served for 15 years, went in a a teetolal, he had a breakdown on being told he was to be posted back to Northern Ireland, came out an alchohic and lifelong sufferer of PTSD.
Am I proud? Hell yes. Do I think the system fails ex servicemen? Hell yes it does.
However I will wear my purple poppy alongside the red to show respect, not to the establishment but to all military, past and present and all soldiers whether they have two legs or four |
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I have a relative who volunteered to serve in the First World War, under a flag that wasn't his and giving an oath to a King he didn't recognise,, but fought for the freedoms and peace that we all now enjoy today.
In 1917, at the age of 25 his life ended, and his body rests in the corner of a foreign field. His homeland has its own flag, his ancestors are free to travel, work, live and enjoy a peaceful life, and Europe is no longer torn by war. Sad that it took millions more lives and another war to achieve it, but it came.
Lest we forget. RIP to the fallen. And thank you. |
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