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For Memorial Day..the World Over
Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est 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 disappointed shells 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 floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Owen Seaman's "Pro Patria" |
Is that what you are celebrating this weekend?
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Yep, it is tomorrow.
This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother :us: :thankyou: |
Sorry if the word "celebrating" was out of place - I was genuinely ignorant of the fact. We have ours in November - a most sombre month.
A Larkin poem for you. It may too specifically English and specifically WWI (written after WWII) to resonate, but I read it every Remembrance Day and it moves me to tears every time. MCMXIV Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns of hats, the sun On moustached archaic faces Grinning as if it were all An August Bank Holiday lark; And the shut shops, the bleached Established names on the sunblinds, The farthings and sovereigns, And dark-clothed children at play Called after kings and queens, The tin advertisements For cocoa and twist, and the pubs Wide open all day-- And the countryside not caring: The place names all hazed over With flowering grasses, and fields Shadowing Domesday lines Under wheat's restless silence; The differently-dressed servants With tiny rooms in huge houses, The dust behind limousines; Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages, Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again. Philip Larkin (1922-1985) |
For many, it's a day to decorate with red, white and blue, have a parade and open the outdoor pool. And it becomes OK to wear white again ;) And all the stores have a sale. That lasts for two weeks, when it's time for the father's day sales...
Nov 11th is Veterans Day here, but not so widely "celebrated" because everyone's all gung-ho into Thanksgiving by then. |
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Here's another way to honor them, on a more personal level. |
http://americanrevwar.homestead.com/files/VALLEY2.GIF
In 1777: Quote:
Thank you, old dead guys! |
And thank you young dead guys also.
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Their families shouldn't have to morn alone.
http://productshopnyc.com/htdocs/sol...q_war_2007.jpg and that's really nothing compared to the Iraq war pictures available for viewing. They are quite disturbing in the way of the troops and the Iraq civilians. |
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