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| Author: | CyberShadow [ Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:20 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Lest we forget.... |
Every year, I get a similar question, and so I thought that I would explain why we have these new images on the boards. Some people wonder if I have decided to ally myself with a doll manufacturer or girls toy enterprise... this is not the case... yet! As we approach 11th November, we arrive at Remembrance Sunday. For those unaware, it signifies the anniversary of the end of the First World War, and is now taken as in international day of memory and thanks for all those who have fought in all wars, although this particular date and custom appears strongest here in the UK. I choose to mark this event on this site. This is the only official event that this site marks. I dont want to get into political debates, and I dont want to open the doors to many other, equally deserving, events. I chose to mark this event in respect of all people, from all nationalities and backgrounds, who have fought, and in many cases sacrificed, for the principles that they believe in, and the world that we live in, no matter what side they were on. I strongly believe that, as members of a hobby closely related to these events, we have a responsibility not to take this for granted, and to remember. Thank you. |
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| Author: | Evil and Chaos [ Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:38 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Lest we forget.... |
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under I green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Wilfred Owen. 1893 - 1918 |
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| Author: | Legion 4 [ Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:14 am ] |
| Post subject: | Lest we forget.... |
Owen is the true poet laureate of those tragic times ... May God bless and give peace to all those that didn't come home ... Â And those still holding the line ... |
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| Author: | madd0ct0r [ Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:49 am ] |
| Post subject: | Lest we forget.... |
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| Author: | TuffSkull [ Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:45 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Lest we forget.... |
We shall remember them. |
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