Showing posts with label Remembrance Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remembrance Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 November 2025

We Will Remember Them...

His flying jacket still has her perfume
Memories of the night
Play across his mind
High above the fields of France,

 

A single biplane in a clear blue sky 1917,
no enemy was seen
High above the fields of France
Oh she looks,

 

But there's nothing to see
Still she looks Saying "Come back for me"
He tells her "Just remember me this way
Here am I more true Than anything I do
High above the fields of France"

 Lyrics from Al Stewart, 'Fields of France

Update: I know Longrider has raised concerns about the RBL; though I agree wholeheartedly with the creep of corporate culture into charities that get too big, but = though I schewed the traditional paper poppy this year for a brooch with a spitfire in a wreath of enamelled poppies from the RAF charity = I still link to it as I have done since my first Remembrance Day post. 

And from Jeff Wood via email, this astounding AI created video that will soon no doubt be needed for our veterans, as their numbers dwindle.

Sunday, 10 November 2024

We Will Remember Them...

Even if this year, thanks to the relentless march of identity politics, the Legion has come a bit of a cropper. and allowed its poison to taint this day.
  

So this year, instead of the Legion's appeal, I have found a better cause to support.

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood,
This Eastertide call into mind the men, 
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, 
should Have gathered them and will do never again. 

In Memoriam (Easter 1915) by Edward Thomas

Sunday, 12 November 2023

We Will Remember Them...

Even if this year, it's likely not to be the solemn day of remembrance that we are used to, at least at the time of writing...



Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery;
To miss the march of this retreating world 
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
Wilfred Owen

Sunday, 13 November 2022

We Will Remember Them...


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.

Sunday, 8 November 2020

We Will Remember Them...


 

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 

From Laurence Binyon's poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914

Sunday, 10 November 2019

We Will Remember Them...




What passing bells for these who die as cattle? 
Only the monstrous anger of the guns. 
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle 
Can patter out their hasty orisons. 
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, 
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; 

Wilfred Owen

Monday, 12 November 2018

Name The Contractor Then...

Responding to the criticism, a spokesman for Bellway Homes said: “We are deeply embarrassed by the appointed contractor's lack of respect and sincerely apologise for the offence that this caused to the local community in Horwich.”
Name the contactor that messed up, then.
"When we were made aware that the poppies had been covered by our development signage boards, we immediately sought to rectify the situation and they were removed as a matter of urgency by our own staff who worked late into the evening to take them down.
“We have the utmost respect for Armistice Day and for our military forces, and Bellway is currently supporting the Royal British Legion across the business.
“We could never have imagined that our signage contractor would cover the poppies with the marketing boards. This was a disrespectful mistake and one that we corrected as soon as possible.”
Except you missed one. And a member of the public rectified that. Which drew praise for his public-spirited actions from...

Wait, no, it didn't.
Horwich town councillor Marie Brady was not happy with the way the situation was dealt with.
She said that the images should not have been posted on social media and instead, they should have been reported to the town council or the local branch of the British Legion.
Because there'd be someone available at the weekend to deal with that, eh?

Sunday, 11 November 2018

We Will Remember Them...


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 

From Laurence Binyon's poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914

Sunday, 12 November 2017

We Will Remember Them...




In Flanders fields the poppies blow 
Between the crosses, row on row, 
That mark our place; and in the sky 
The larks, still bravely singing, fly 

Lt.-Col. John McCrae

Sunday, 13 November 2016

We Will Remember Them...


What passing bells for these who die as cattle? 
Only the monstrous anger of the guns. 
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle 
Can patter out their hasty orisons. 
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, 
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; 
And bugles calling for them from sad shires. 

Wilfred Owen

Sunday, 8 November 2015

We Will Remember Them...


They come crowding in around me
those faces of the bold,
and my strength and resolution are fortified untold.
The spirit that’s within me,
lifts my head in silent pride
recalling days behind me and the men I’ve marched beside.
Anon

Sunday, 9 November 2014

We Will Remember Them...


The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
In Memoriam (Easter 1915) by Edward Thomas

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Road Closures Are For Other People…

Members of the congregation at the Colne cenotaph service reported that the X43 Witch Way service forced its way past the closure in Albert Road at 10.50am, while the service was ongoing.
Eye-witness Patricia May said: “It was a double decker and it was within six or seven feet of the end of the congregation stood in the road. The driver then beeped the horn at people while the service was going on. We were all flabbergasted. The bus then went to the side to get past us and carried on with its journey. It was ridiculous.”
But also fairly typical of the modern bus driver, I fear…
Transdev yesterday confirmed that they had received a complaint and launched an investigation. Nigel Eggleton, Transdev’s director of sales and marketing, said: “We have had a complaint to our Burnley team who have started their investigation, including downloading the CCTV footage from the vehicle to see what happened. If we find that we are at fault then we will take appropriate action to ensure it doesn’t happen again.”
‘If’..? Well, who else could be at fault?

Sunday, 10 November 2013

We Will Remember Them...


They shall grow not old 

 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 

From Laurence Binyon's poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914

Sunday, 11 November 2012

We Will Remember Them...



Peace, by Rupert Brooke


Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there, 
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, 
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath; 
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there 
But only agony, and that has ending; 

Sunday, 13 November 2011

We Will Remember Them...

Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery;
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.


Wilfred Owen

Friday, 11 November 2011

Yes, My Usual Post Will Appear On Sunday...

...but (assuming the scheduling on Blogger has worked) I just can't pass up a chance to note the time and date.

Sunday, 14 November 2010

We Will Remember Them...


The Soldier
Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Saturday, 6 November 2010

We Can Hardly Blame The Younger Generation Now...

...not when their so-called leaders display such a woeful lack of courage and judgement, can we?

Picture the scene: Down in Plymouth, a town with a long and proud history of military service and tradition, the young cadets have spent months drilling to represent the cadet service on Remembrance Day.

And a member of the public wasn't happy about this. Because of the noise? The disruption to traffic? Why, no.


And this oh-so-sensitive soul did what all such cretins now feel empowered to do when they see something which offends their delicate sensibilities - he or she complained.

And that would usually be an end to it, because such complaints would have been brushed aside by the cadet top brass. But we don't have people of the right calibre in these important roles any more.

Instead, we have the likes of Major David Waterworth:
...Devon Cadet Executive Officer Major David Waterworth put an end to the tradition after he ruled that carrying weapons was 'not good for the image' of cadets, who can join between the ages of 12 and 18.
Whereas, I suppose, it's good for the image of the cadets that the man in charge is the sort of person who, on meeting any kind of resistance, flings himself to the ground and rolls over on his back, lips pulled back from his teeth in supplication, tail between his legs, pissing himself in submission?
'I stopped it as soon as I heard they were doing it.'
Well done! My god, we could use men like you in....well, I'm not sure where, exactly. Certainly not in any leadership capacity.
'It's not good for our image to have children carrying weapons in public.'
No, indeed. Far better they learn that, instead of tools to be used by those for whom they may be needed, guns are quasi-mystical objects before which superstitious fools cower in fear.

That'll solve our 'gun culture' problem, I suppose?
'We are not members of the Armed Forces - we are a youth movement sponsored by the Ministry of Defence.'
You'll be dropping the 'Army' bit of the name, then? And the Army-based uniform? And the Army-based command structure, that allows a little popinjay like yourself to strut about on weekends and give orders to people who have, no doubt, accomplished far, far more than you ever will?

Good grief, man, you didn't even have the courage to OWN your decision, instead whining about having no choice in the matter:
He added that a ruling against children carrying rifles had been in place for ten years, but had not been enforced until now.
No doubt those years were in the charge of men with a better grasp of their role than you evidently have.

As I believe a far, far greater military man than Major David Waterworth could ever hope to be once said, 'Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men'...

It seems that the problem stems from a ruling ten years ago, when the UK signed an agreement against 'using child soldiers'. Which naturally, to those unable to think clearly, meant that cadets should no longer drill with weapons.

So, iDave and the coalition - who's going to tell the Cadet top brass that there's a new sheriff in town. I mean, there IS a new sheriff in town, isn't there?

Sunday, 8 November 2009

We Will Remember Them...

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.


Wilfred Owen