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It's  Remembrance Sunday in the UK.
There are parades up and down the country to remember our military heroes.

For all those brave heroes, military and otherwise, who fought and died for the freedom I and my family enjoy today. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, each and everyone of you for what you gave and to your families who suffered your loss.














The Military Wives Choir - Wherever You Are

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ7f4lV3e0c

Wherever you are - Military Wives  lyrics

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lsxDvfG96M

It brings tears to my eyes every time I watch it.

"I FOUGHT FOR YOU"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgYLr_LfhLo

an Interesting fact on why the poppy became the symbol for Remembrance Day (UK) / Veterans Day (USA).

COPIED FROM ENATURE BLOG

 Poppies have been associated with Veterans Day since its first observance, as Armistice Day, in 1919.  While often seen in the U.S. around Veterans Day, red poppies have become a prominent part of what’s become known as Remembrance Day in Canada, England, Australia and many of the Commonwealth nations around the world.

Why Poppies?
The poppy’s significance to today’s observance is a result of Canadian military physician John McCrae’s poem In Flanders Fields. The poppy emblem was chosen because of the poppies that bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I.  And their red color seemed an appropriate symbol for the bloodshed of trench warfare.

Started By An American
Two days before the Armistice was declared at 11am on November 11th, 1918, an American woman named Moina Michael was working in the YMCA Overseas War Secretaries’ headquarters during its annual conference in New York City.

Inspired by McCrae’s poem, Michael purchased 25 silk poppies that she distributed to attendees of the Conference.  The poppies were well received at the meeting, which prompted her to begin effort to have the poppy adopted as a national symbol of remembrance.  She succeeded in having the National American Legion Conference adopt it two years later.

The custom quickly spread to Europe and was especially embraced by the British Royal Legion and veterans groups throughout the British Commonwealth.

Thank you for our freedom.

I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Toward me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn't thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You who give life through blood
Blood, blood, blood...
Oh I wanna make something
So lovely for you
'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for you
With the bible I stole
I know you forgave my soul
Because such was my need
On a chronic Christmas eve
And I think we're agreed that it
Should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they're nothing
Saying "peace"
When there's no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they're nothing
Saying "peace"
When there's no peace
Days without number
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels
Or a maid her ornaments
Yet my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Oh in their want
And in their want
Who'll dress their wounds
Who'll dress their wounds


Sinead O'Connor              Something Beautiful

                    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haYbyQIEgQk

                    The Pogues              A Pair Of Brown Eyes

                                     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-tunRwGPIQ

               

                                                            Metallica        One
                                          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7yooZaW6zw



                                                                   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 her 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 their 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.


                                                        BY LAURENCE BINYON 
       

           

If you're in-game at 11 a.m GMT, please observe 2 minutes silence for those that gave so much to give us the freedoms we have.

A Soldier’s Battlefield
by Vaughan

Dedicated to our Military and the fallen service men & women.
Thank you for your service, all you have done, all you have achieved and all you have given for us.
We will never forget.

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The Crashing of shells!
Shrapnel and exploding earth!
Will I survive this?

Helmet slips down to
Eyes, with splatterings of blood.
Loud and scary times.

Not my blood Thank God!
But the poor soul blown to bits,
Standing next to me.

A mush of flesh there,
Is all that remains of him!
God keep me safe prayers!

A wounded comrade
Seen in the red grass ahead.
I pull him to stand

“Run and keep moving,”
I shout above the mad din
More exploding clods!

He nods, turns and falls.
A bullet lodged in his brain!
Instant death this time.

In the deathly smog,
More deadly enemy fire,
Cutting down brave men.

Choking as I breathe,
Bad air and death everywhere.
Eyes sting and mouth dry.

Too much blood stains me!
Mostly from others, not mine.
The horrors of war.

I see enemy!
A murderous soldier looms!
It is me or him!

He lunges for me,
With rifle and bayonette.
I parry and slice.

He falls with dead eyes.
My swipe firm and fatal
A man in his prime.

Exhausted and tired.
Another man meets his death,
As I fire and hit.

The battle rages.
All around me dead soldiers.
The war of countries.

Bullets whizzing round.
Screams of fatal injuries!
Dodging and weaving.

Praying I survive.
My mind already war scarred.
Nightmares now sown.

Will I ever know
The Peace we fight for so strong?
A bullet finds target…

My leg’s searing pain!
I fall to the ground, screaming.
Blackness and breathless.

I see enemy!
The murderous soldier looms!
It is me or him!

His deathly eyes wide!
Screaming I fight for my life.
I am held down fast.

“It’s ok Soldier,”
A feminine voice calms me.
“You are safe now here.”

Hospital Care now.
Physical injuries heal.
Mental scars still hurt.

War's cost is too high!
Dialogue and compromise
Is the way forward.
Ask the soldiers who know!

A Soldier’s Battlefield   by Vaughan.
https://www.literotica.com/p/a-soldier-s-battlefield