Just thought I would resurect this thread, not in opposition to kbuks I might add but to compliment it.
Many peope on here and their families are affected by this subject and I am alway glad to be part of this community because whille we love our fun and are good at having fun we are also really good at doing the serious stuff too - proving that we arent shallow in any way
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Thank you yet again for bringing this thread back
I have just sat and read the whole thread again and I am "full up" at the comments and thoughts made.
What lovely people we have in Swinging Heaven.
I shall remember Them with both sorrow and pride
Phredd = a not so young Old Soldier who is proud to have served.
Thank you yet again for bringing this thread back
I have just sat and read the whole thread again and I am "full up" at the comments and thoughts made.
What lovely people we have in Swinging Heaven.
I shall remember Them with both sorrow and pride
Phredd = a not so young Old Soldier who is proud to have served.
Sex God
If you can read this thank a Teacher.
That you are reading it in English, thank a Soldier!
J & S
That you are reading it in English, thank a Soldier!
J & S
Nice to see this thread.
It shows that in the modern world people DO still care and, in particular, people on this site are still aware of the sacrifices that have been made not only in two world wars but also in the many other conflicts that have taken place over the last 60 years.
There is another thread just waiting to discuss these conflicts but this is not the time or place.
As yet another of the ex-forces crowd I too will be remembering those we have lost this weekend.
McC
It shows that in the modern world people DO still care and, in particular, people on this site are still aware of the sacrifices that have been made not only in two world wars but also in the many other conflicts that have taken place over the last 60 years.
There is another thread just waiting to discuss these conflicts but this is not the time or place.
As yet another of the ex-forces crowd I too will be remembering those we have lost this weekend.
McC
My Great Grandads fought in the trenches: Kings Shropshire Light Infantry, the KSLI that took so many farm boys to their deaths from these tranquil parts. My Grandad John was a huge , scary man: a steel plate in his head and medals in rows on his tunic. No one ever argued with Grandad John. He never spoke about what he went through-but cried every year on November 11th. How can we spoon-fed, spoiled and unappreciative weaklings ever know what those men-no, boys-went through. I grew up on Wilfred Owen, a local boy, and have taken members of this site to see his memorial in Shrewsbury. Glorifying war? No, glorifying the memory of men who gave their lives for that which they thought was right. I remember them every year, and pray that the nation never forgets them.
Dulce et decorum est,pro patria mori?
My arse!!!!!
A poem I wrote last year:
Dulce
Monday was heavy on my mind:
Deadlines and meetings looming large as pain in age,
I needed something Antipodean and strong:
The grape to calm my inward rage.
I scurried as a rabbit to its heated mate
The concrete path I was born to tread,
Trembling with the growing pain of need
Once more toward the grape I sped.
I saw two old and crooked men
Their steps short and manner slow,
I cursed their crumbling limbs and said
'Come on chaps, some of us have somewhere to go.'
They turned as one and gave a look
That held me as a fox in snare,
My eyes were stung by the wasp of truth
And at the medals I could only stare.
Their scarlet poppies stood proud and said
Things their dying bodies could not say,
Their eyes as bright as battle's heat
I wished, oh Lord, to crawl away.
For there before me, hurt and stung
I saw the men I'd never be,
The pain of fighting unto death
Focused on the shit that is me.
'i'm so sorry', the greyest one declaimed,
'My legs don't work as they once were able.'
He stopped, and bowed, a curious bow,
That only humility can enable.
I gagged on the stench of my own hubris
And I met the tigers in those aged eyes,
Knowing that death had supped with these frail ghosts
And ridiculed my world of temporal lies.
Something made me salute them
My arms rising in military style,
They smiled, and nodded, and held out liver-spotted hands:
We shared the clasp of brothers for too short a while.
Then slowly they turned and bereted heads descended
Seeking brothers who by smiling death were kissed,
Their shining medals guarantees that I
Might spend Remembrance Sunday getting pissed.
Arti
Dulce et decorum est,pro patria mori?
My arse!!!!!
A poem I wrote last year:
Dulce
Monday was heavy on my mind:
Deadlines and meetings looming large as pain in age,
I needed something Antipodean and strong:
The grape to calm my inward rage.
I scurried as a rabbit to its heated mate
The concrete path I was born to tread,
Trembling with the growing pain of need
Once more toward the grape I sped.
I saw two old and crooked men
Their steps short and manner slow,
I cursed their crumbling limbs and said
'Come on chaps, some of us have somewhere to go.'
They turned as one and gave a look
That held me as a fox in snare,
My eyes were stung by the wasp of truth
And at the medals I could only stare.
Their scarlet poppies stood proud and said
Things their dying bodies could not say,
Their eyes as bright as battle's heat
I wished, oh Lord, to crawl away.
For there before me, hurt and stung
I saw the men I'd never be,
The pain of fighting unto death
Focused on the shit that is me.
'i'm so sorry', the greyest one declaimed,
'My legs don't work as they once were able.'
He stopped, and bowed, a curious bow,
That only humility can enable.
I gagged on the stench of my own hubris
And I met the tigers in those aged eyes,
Knowing that death had supped with these frail ghosts
And ridiculed my world of temporal lies.
Something made me salute them
My arms rising in military style,
They smiled, and nodded, and held out liver-spotted hands:
We shared the clasp of brothers for too short a while.
Then slowly they turned and bereted heads descended
Seeking brothers who by smiling death were kissed,
Their shining medals guarantees that I
Might spend Remembrance Sunday getting pissed.
Arti
Quote by arthur again
My Great Grandads fought in the trenches: Kings Shropshire Light Infantry, the KSLI that took so many farm boys to their deaths from these tranquil parts. My Grandad John was a huge , scary man: a steel plate in his head and medals in rows on his tunic. No one ever argued with Grandad John. He never spoke about what he went through-but cried every year on November 11th. How can we spoon-fed, spoiled and unappreciative weaklings ever know what those men-no, boys-went through. I grew up on Wilfred Owen, a local boy, and have taken members of this site to see his memorial in Shrewsbury. Glorifying war? No, glorifying the memory of men who gave their lives for that which they thought was right. I remember them every year, and pray that the nation never forgets them.
Dulce et decorum est,pro patria mori?
My arse!!!!!
A poem I wrote last year:
Dulce
Monday was heavy on my mind:
Deadlines and meetings looming large as pain in age,
I needed something Antipodean and strong:
The grape to calm my inward rage.
I scurried as a rabbit to its heated mate
The concrete path I was born to tread,
Trembling with the growing pain of need
Once more toward the grape I sped.
I saw two old and crooked men
Their steps short and manner slow,
I cursed their crumbling limbs and said
'Come on chaps, some of us have somewhere to go.'
They turned as one and gave a look
That held me as a fox in snare,
My eyes were stung by the wasp of truth
And at the medals I could only stare.
Their scarlet poppies stood proud and said
Things their dying bodies could not say,
Their eyes as bright as battle's heat
I wished, oh Lord, to crawl away.
For there before me, hurt and stung
I saw the men I'd never be,
The pain of fighting unto death
Focused on the shit that is me.
'i'm so sorry', the greyest one declaimed,
'My legs don't work as they once were able.'
He stopped, and bowed, a curious bow,
That only humility can enable.
I gagged on the stench of my own hubris
And I met the tigers in those aged eyes,
Knowing that death had supped with these frail ghosts
And ridiculed my world of temporal lies.
Something made me salute them
My arms rising in military style,
They smiled, and nodded, and held out liver-spotted hands:
We shared the clasp of brothers for too short a while.
Then slowly they turned and bereted heads descended
Seeking brothers who by smiling death were kissed,
Their shining medals guarantees that I
Might spend Remembrance Sunday getting pissed.
Arti
How can a post like that be followed? Arti sweetheart, I've always adored your posts, but that - well I'm just speechless
Gonna print that poem off to keep and to show people, just superb.
Like I said, I can't follow that, I can only wholeheartedly go with it - and offer my humble thanks and gratitude to the real heros, those boys back then. ........ never to be forgotten.
Oh Arti, that was beautiful :cry:
When I first started reading this thread I didn't realise that it was from last year and I thought for one horrible moment that I had missed the 2 minute silence. Despite being home poorly I will make sure that I take the time to remember those that gave their lives for us....
Shireen
xxx
When I first started reading this thread I didn't realise that it was from last year and I thought for one horrible moment that I had missed the 2 minute silence. Despite being home poorly I will make sure that I take the time to remember those that gave their lives for us....
Shireen
xxx
A few of you will know just how close to my heart this is. I've read back through all of these posts, took some time out and watched a few films, and just thought. And it was something from one of those films that struck home with me.
Forgive me if i quote the words of An American
"
I've always been amazed that the very people...
... forced to live in the worst parts of town...
... go to the worst schools and who have it the hardest...
... are always the first to step up to defend that very system.
They serve so that we don't have to.
They offer to give up their lives so that we can be free.
It is remarkable, their gift to us.
And all they ask for in return...
...is that we never send them into harm's way...
... unless it's absolutely necessary.
Will they ever trust us again?"
Michael Moore - Farenheit 9/11
Forgive me if i quote the words of An American
"
I've always been amazed that the very people...
... forced to live in the worst parts of town...
... go to the worst schools and who have it the hardest...
... are always the first to step up to defend that very system.
They serve so that we don't have to.
They offer to give up their lives so that we can be free.
It is remarkable, their gift to us.
And all they ask for in return...
...is that we never send them into harm's way...
... unless it's absolutely necessary.
Will they ever trust us again?"
Michael Moore - Farenheit 9/11
Quote by oliveoyl
I know we are on the site to have fun but I feel it would be really good to stop and remember becuase without those people who fought and died for our freedom, none of us would be able to enjoy the lifestyle we do.
I for one am very thankful to them all.
Yes, it is right, and proper that we remember all of our service men,and women who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom. It is also worth acknowledging those who were wounded, and disabled, that successive governments have traditionally failed to give anything like adequate post injury support has happened frequently in all past conflicts, and will continue to occur in the future.
More power to people like Simon weston who continue to work for a better deal for the injured who have served our includes Traumatic illness which though invisible is very much a disabling condition.
I am sure there are SH people that have seen the after affects of friends,or family that have been more, or less abandoned to civilian life with out adequate ongoing support.
Although organizations such as SAAFA do good work in this field it is still not enough.
upfor_txt, and cc_7up
Quote by upfor_txt
I know we are on the site to have fun but I feel it would be really good to stop and remember becuase without those people who fought and died for our freedom, none of us would be able to enjoy the lifestyle we do.
I for one am very thankful to them all.
Yes, it is right, and proper that we remember all of our service men,and women who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom. It is also worth acknowledging those who were wounded, and disabled, that successive governments have traditionally failed to give anything like adequate post injury support has happened frequently in all past conflicts, and will continue to occur in the future.
More power to people like Simon weston who continue to work for a better deal for the injured who have served our includes Traumatic illness which though invisible is very much a disabling condition.
I am sure there are SH people that have seen the after affects of friends,or family that have been more, or less abandoned to civilian life with out adequate ongoing support.
Although organizations such as SAAFA do good work in this field it is still not enough.
upfor_txt, and cc_7up
some useful links ( hope this is OK)
*Combat Stress, Tyrwhitt House, Oaklawn Road, Leatherhead, Surrey KT22 0BX, United Kingdom. Tel +44 (0)1372 841600 Email Website The Ex-Services Mental Welfare Society is the only ex-service charity which provides specialist support to service veterans suffering from psychological injury, including combat-related PTSD.
* Northern Ireland Veterans Association, c/o The Legacy Project, The Tim Parry and Johnathan Ball Trust, Peace Drive, Warrington WA5 1HQ. Email: Website: Providing advice support and assistance to Veterans and families of those affected during 'the troubles', on issues such as welfare and PTSD.
* The Royal British Legion, 48 Pall Mall, London SW1Y 5JY, UK. Tel: . Website: Britain's leading Service and ex-Service charity protecting the interests, welfare and memory of ex-British Service people and their families and dependents.
* The Veterans Agency, Helpline: , Minicom: . Email: Website: An Executive Agency of the Ministry of Defence providing a confidential helpline that advises veterans and their dependents how to obtain expert advice on any issue that concerns them.
Can i just say this thread brought tears to my eyes.......... not tears of sadness but tears of joys of the good time i shared with my Grandad who served in the Kings Own Border Regiment he was based in Burma and faced the hell of being a POW .
He saved his commanding officer's life n rever got reconized for his outstandin bravary
BUT he did recieve the Burma Star which i have and treasure deeply
thank you once again for such a thoughfull and in parts heart- rending thread
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
WE WILL NEVER FORGET
ANDIE
He saved his commanding officer's life n rever got reconized for his outstandin bravary
BUT he did recieve the Burma Star which i have and treasure deeply
thank you once again for such a thoughfull and in parts heart- rending thread
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
WE WILL NEVER FORGET
ANDIE
Quote by mrs cums
Can i just say this thread brought tears to my eyes.......... not tears of sadness but tears of joys of the good time i shared with my Grandad who served in the Kings Own Border Regiment he was based in Burma and faced the hell of being a POW .
He saved his commanding officer's life n rever got reconized for his outstandin bravary
BUT he did recieve the Burma Star which i have and treasure deeply
thank you once again for such a thoughfull and in parts heart- rending thread
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
WE WILL NEVER FORGET
ANDIE
Struck the same chord with me.........
I lost my grandad in June of this year to Alzheimer's. I remember him parading in Sheffield and proudly going along with my friend taking photos of him with his medals on.
He too served in Burma and I always remember him talking to me of it. He was unable to tell these stories to my kids because of his illness but I've passed on many of them to them.
Grandad was part of a very big love story....
As young men he and Harry were both posted in Burma - Harry was married with a son but was unfortunately killed. For many years, and we don't know if Grandad kept this from us or really didn't know, we thought that Harry had accidently killed himself jumping over a fence with his rifle. Due to one lady seeking Harry's grave out, and the information that came after, we know now that he went out of the tent to calm down a young lad who was hysterical and the lad shot him in his terror.
Grandad promised Harry that he would come back and look after his wife and son. And that's just what he did. He and my nan fell in love, had my aunt and my mum and brought up Harry's son as his own.
I'll be having the usual two minutes today but will it will be even more poignant this year.
Remembering all and thinking of those serving now x
Cathy x
Sex God
My grandfather was stationed in Iceland during the war.......
he was an american (had a german sounding surname), so was never sent to germany....
My Great Great Uncle who is still alive was at Dunkurk....
Its a shame to see that most of the youth of today do not recognise the effort that there grandfathers and grandmothers put up with during the war (ww2)
We must take this time to not only rember the men that fought on the battle fields but also the women like my great aunt that recently passed away, that worked as "Land Girls" and worked in the manacturing plants, as well as bringing up children.
We should also take this time to reflect the people have died in recent conflicts - Iraq and Kosovo are the two ones that come to my mind.
War is a sad thing that shudnt have to happen but sometimes due to breakdown in diplomacy it does...so we should take today to rember all people alive and dead that have been effected.
MikeC
he was an american (had a german sounding surname), so was never sent to germany....
My Great Great Uncle who is still alive was at Dunkurk....
Its a shame to see that most of the youth of today do not recognise the effort that there grandfathers and grandmothers put up with during the war (ww2)
We must take this time to not only rember the men that fought on the battle fields but also the women like my great aunt that recently passed away, that worked as "Land Girls" and worked in the manacturing plants, as well as bringing up children.
We should also take this time to reflect the people have died in recent conflicts - Iraq and Kosovo are the two ones that come to my mind.
War is a sad thing that shudnt have to happen but sometimes due to breakdown in diplomacy it does...so we should take today to rember all people alive and dead that have been effected.
MikeC
Sex God
Where I used to work
I made everyone in my Dept stop everything and stand for 2 mins Managers didnt like it but i persevered over the years and ended up the whole factory used to down tools
All those Men and Women who died for our freedom and are still dying fighting for our country. We can never thank them enough
Its a very moving Thread and Im glad its been added to from last year
We owe them so much
I for one will never forget them
I made everyone in my Dept stop everything and stand for 2 mins Managers didnt like it but i persevered over the years and ended up the whole factory used to down tools
All those Men and Women who died for our freedom and are still dying fighting for our country. We can never thank them enough
Its a very moving Thread and Im glad its been added to from last year
We owe them so much
I for one will never forget them
Sex God
:love:
I'm taking my Gran out today for her eye appointment, she was stationed in Plymouth on the communications and she's only just started talking about it as her 50 year silence vow is now up. I can only wish to have that kind of loyalty for the country that I live in.
for everyone who has lost or has relations in the forces.
:love:
I'm taking my Gran out today for her eye appointment, she was stationed in Plymouth on the communications and she's only just started talking about it as her 50 year silence vow is now up. I can only wish to have that kind of loyalty for the country that I live in.
for everyone who has lost or has relations in the forces.:love:
Sex God
Love threads like this :thumbup:
I have a poppy stuck to my work PC all year round, lest we forget :love:
I have a poppy stuck to my work PC all year round, lest we forget :love:
Sex God
Just wanted to say how much I love this thread..........
Its people like you guys that carry on the Remembrance Day into the future.
Thank You :love:
Its people like you guys that carry on the Remembrance Day into the future.
Thank You :love:
As everyone has said - this thread evokes many memories of loved ones who have gone.
Also it evokes thoughts for friends currently serving in the armed forces.
A very good friend of mine is in the security forces and was stationed in Bazra for ages. he saw many of his friends killed and maimed and was injured (luckily not seriously) himself.
Another really close friend is in the RAF. he has been in the thick of it in Afghanistan & Iraq. He is currently in Pakistan (had to go with 2 hours notice) and is likely to have to go back to Afghanistan early next year. Dodging bombs and bullets is a daily hazard for him.
Hearing some of the stories they have to tell certainly puts my minor day to day problems into perspective.
Alex x
Also it evokes thoughts for friends currently serving in the armed forces.
A very good friend of mine is in the security forces and was stationed in Bazra for ages. he saw many of his friends killed and maimed and was injured (luckily not seriously) himself.
Another really close friend is in the RAF. he has been in the thick of it in Afghanistan & Iraq. He is currently in Pakistan (had to go with 2 hours notice) and is likely to have to go back to Afghanistan early next year. Dodging bombs and bullets is a daily hazard for him.
Hearing some of the stories they have to tell certainly puts my minor day to day problems into perspective.
Alex x
Orgasminator
All i can say is
Thank you to those that have served and gave their lives, andThank you to those who continue to serve
Thank you to those that have served and gave their lives, andThank you to those who continue to serve
Damn good show from all at SH.
recently lost an uncle (Quite famous for his exploits actually, llok on the BBC website, his stories are there for all to see) and my Grandad was wounded quite badly in the SWW. Always loved to hear his stories even though we could never understand the true horror of it all
recently lost an uncle (Quite famous for his exploits actually, llok on the BBC website, his stories are there for all to see) and my Grandad was wounded quite badly in the SWW. Always loved to hear his stories even though we could never understand the true horror of it all
