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Armistice Day 2023
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“We won didn't we Sarge?” “That's it lad, you can go home now, the fightings done and we won.” “It doesn't feel like we won Sarge” What with so many young men and women dead. So many lives ruined.” “No lad, it doesn't But we survived, so we won.” “What'll I do now Sarge? “You'll be fine lad. They're making a land fit for heroes back home” They'll take care of you. “But Sarge, my mind's a mess and my body sore I really don't know who I am anymore How will I survive the peace?” “Don't you worry lad You've done your duty They'll look after you.” “Hello Sarge it's been a few years We've shed a few tears And time has passed, But we're still here eh Sarge We won.” “How you keeping lad? Did they keep their promises As you kept yours Fighting in their wars?” “No Sarge, I sleep rough on the street And my mental health isn't good. I have to beg for help But you know Sarge, I don't like to. But we won though, didn't we Sarge Just they forgot to build a land fit for heroes.” “Aye lad, we won. Here's five pounds Go get yourself a coffee lad. There's no more I can do. Since I got back home I've been just the same as you.” “But we'll get through it won't we Sarge?” “Of course lad, we always do. We have to We owe it to our fallen comrades. They may forget us and the promises made Leaving our heroes on the street. But we never forget. No lad. We never forget.” |
^ as sad as it is true.
Never forget. |
I vow to thee, my country
All earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect The service of my love The love that asks no questions The love that stands the test That lays upon the altar The dearest and the best The love that never falters The love that pays the price The love that makes undaunted The final sacrifice And there's another country I've heard of long ago Most dear to them that love her Most great to them that know We may (we may not count her armies) We may (we may not see her King) Her fortress is a faithful heart Her pride is suffering And soul by soul and silently Her shining bounds increase And her ways are ways of gentleness And all her paths are peace Songwriters: Gustav Holst / Daryl Griffith https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6ZvylOSy5A |
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As a veteran, albeit one who was never under fire, I'm uncomfortable with the modern idea that so many veterans are "victims". When I think of the people I served with there were some hard workers, but there were way more slackers. I'm thinking it's "mostly" these slackers giving us veterans the modern bad reputation as poor victims. That said, I will accept whatever freebie restaurants or hardware stores wish to offer me. My wanton day of gluttony for 2023 is thus concluded. :D
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November 1972
https://i.imgur.com/tFh1a9n.jpg
My little brother and I (I'm the one on the left) laying our Army Cadet wreaths in the garden of remembrance, Tonbridge |
Speaking of "The Great War" I hadn't ever heard about cats in the trenches until I read about it just today. https://www.warhistoryonline.com/wor...scot-cats.html
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