Remembrance

In rememberance of those who, by dying in the course of the abortive landings on the Gallipoli peninsula in 1915, allowed others to learn the lessons that made the D-day landings a success.

And of those who died in the D-day landings.

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Eff
 
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I realize Iris Chang was not a soldier per se, but she wrote extensively about WW2. Up until she took her own life on Tuesday, she had been making a documentary about US prisoners of war held by the Japanese in WW2. She did much to make the world aware of the atrocities commited during the rape of Nanking. She was a hero of a civillian to many veterans.

Here's the full article on her life and death

Iris Chang
 
An interesting thing I just came across in reading The Great War And Modern Memory: Many of those WWI cemeteries on the continent that have rows upon rows of individual graves actually mark mass burials. The crosses are neatly planted to give the illusion that they are invdividual graves but the bodies are actually interred in vast pits.

---dr.M.
 
WWI "Trench Poetry"

When ye've got an empty belly,
And the bulley's rotten smelly,
And you're shivering like a jelly,
Carry on.

When the Boche has done your chum in,
And the sergeant's done the rum in,
And there ain't no rations comin',
Carry on.

When the world is red and reeking,
And the shrapnel shells are shrieking,
And your blood is slowly leaking,
Carry on.

When the broken battered trenches,
Are like the bloody butchers' benches,
And the air is thick with stenches,
Carry on.

Carry on,
Though your pals are pale and wan,
And the hope of life is gone,
Carry on.

For to do more than you can,
Is to be a British man,
Not a rotten 'also ran,'
Carry on..

'Woodbine Willy'
 
"Trench Songs"

'When this lousy war is over'

To the tune of: 'What a Friend we have in Jesus' :D

When this lousy war is over no more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sunday, no more begging for a pass.
You can tell the sergeant-major to stick his passes up his arse.

(Repeat first two lines of first verse)
No more NCOs to curse me, no more rotten army stew.
You can tell the old cook-sergeant, to stick his stew right up his flue.

(Repeat first two lines of first verse)
No more sergeants bawling, 'Pick it up' and 'Put it down'
If I meet the ugly bastard I'll kick his arse all over town
 
"Trench Songs"

'When this lousy war is over'

To the tune of: 'What a Friend we have in Jesus' :D

When this lousy war is over no more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I shall be.
No more church parades on Sunday, no more begging for a pass.
You can tell the sergeant-major to stick his passes up his arse.

(Repeat first two lines of first verse)
No more NCOs to curse me, no more rotten army stew.
You can tell the old cook-sergeant, to stick his stew right up his flue.

(Repeat first two lines of first verse)
No more sergeants bawling, 'Pick it up' and 'Put it down'
If I meet the ugly bastard I'll kick his arse all over town
 
fifty5 said:
In rememberance of those who, by dying in the course of the abortive landings on the Gallipoli peninsula in 1915, allowed others to learn the lessons that made the D-day landings a success.

And of those who died in the D-day landings.

:rose:

Eff

Not forgetting the Canadians who died at Dieppe to show that an assault against the Atlantic Wall in its strongest parts was impossible.

Og
 
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I attended a remembrance parade today.

The most touching part, aside from the last post, that always gets me, was when the soldiers from the local army training base laid their wreaths.

There was one senior soldier from each of the nations that has soldiers there, American, Canadian, French and others, but most poignantly I thought, was the German soldier who laid his wreath beside everybody elses.

Bravo!
 
lewdandlicentious said:
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I attended a remembrance parade today.

The most touching part, aside from the last post, that always gets me, was when the soldiers from the local army training base laid their wreaths.

There was one senior soldier from each of the nations that has soldiers there, American, Canadian, French and others, but most poignantly I thought, was the German soldier who laid his wreath beside everybody elses.

Bravo!

:heart:
 
My friend has written and released a song about the Hearts football team who signed up enmass during WW1 - it also remembers all those who gave their lives - the lyrics can be found here:

Hearts of Glory Lyrics
 
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