offshore 0 Posted November 8, 2009 Lest we forget! Offshore Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sfa437 0 Posted November 8, 2009 To fallen warriors- never forgotten! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sconehead 5 Posted November 8, 2009 Don't know if this is still up to date...3 left... John Babcock, who turned 109 on 23 July, was with Canada's Boys Battalion in England but the war ended before he turned 18 and could go to the front Frank Buckles, 108, joined the American army aged just 16 and was held in reserve in England from December 1917. After six months he was sent to France but never saw action on the frontline Claude Choules, 108, served with the Royal Navy during World War I. Originally from Worcestershire, he now lives in Perth, Australia Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jameo210369 0 Posted November 8, 2009 Without theses fallen men and women the thought of what may have been is frightening. My deepest respect to all those that died during the wars. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
greg_r 82 Posted November 8, 2009 Respect is due - and not only on Rembrance Day. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
trailboss99 996 Posted November 8, 2009 For the Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of 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 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. Laurence Binyon Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
JoeyB 0 Posted November 8, 2009 Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky; All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Fading light, dims the sight, And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright. From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night. Thanks and praise, for our days, 'Neath the sun, 'neath the stars, neath the sky; As we go, this we know, God is nigh. Sun has set, shadows come, Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds Always true to the promise that they made. While the light fades from sight, And the stars gleaming rays softly send, To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
trailboss99 996 Posted November 8, 2009 That's actualy the Scouting version of Taps. The current US mill version is below the piece on the origen of the tune. It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly he caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy has been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge of the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals. Information provided by Lt Colonel Lewis Kirkpatrick, (Ret) Reserve Officers Association Day is done, gone the sun, from the lakes from the hills from the sky, all is well, soldier, rest, God is nigh. Fading light, Dims the sight, And a star gems the sky Gleaming bright, From afar, Drawing, near, Falls the night. Thanks and praise, For our days, Neath the sun Neath the stars Neath the sky, As we go, This, we, know, God is nigh. Col. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
andy66 81 Posted November 8, 2009 (edited) That's actualy the Scouting version of Taps. The current US mill version is below the piece on the origen of the tune. It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly he caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy has been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge of the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals. Information provided by Lt Colonel Lewis Kirkpatrick, (Ret) Reserve Officers Association Day is done, gone the sun, from the lakes from the hills from the sky, all is well, soldier, rest, God is nigh. Fading light, Dims the sight, And a star gems the sky Gleaming bright, From afar, Drawing, near, Falls the night. Thanks and praise, For our days, Neath the sun Neath the stars Neath the sky, As we go, This, we, know, God is nigh. Col. wow,thats pretty moving Col. i was in the 2nd battalion the light infantry in my younger days,9yrs of mostly northern ireland tours but a lot of good memories.6 months in canada for one. the LI is VERY big on bugles,on parades it was the bugle instead of shouted commands.i had a friend,tom brown who was about the best bugler there was.he was the Queens bugler and when he played last post and the like it would send shivers down your spine. just reading that brought a lump to my throat........ Edited November 8, 2009 by andy66 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Member X 91 Posted November 9, 2009 I'm glad all this stuff hasn't been forgotten There's been loads on telly recently, including something today about 'forgotten voices of WW1' which, I presume, was filmed several years ago as they had veterans speaking on it to the camera about the horrors of what it was like. The pictures of desolate, torn mud plains as far as the eye can see where fields and trees once stood are shocking, as is the fact that one of the allied pushes cost 1,000,000 men for 8 miles of ground... Truly scary and I hope we never have to go through that again, or forget exactly what has been given in order that we can sit here today and enjoy the freedoms we do. RIP to all the lost soldiers who died for me. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
AllergyDoc 40 Posted November 9, 2009 Great thread, guys. May they be ushered through the Pearly Gates without having to check in with St. Peter. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
