In Flanders Fields

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I visited the actual battlefield during summer, it was pretty sad desu

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>>31967119
That whole war was sad

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Pour one out for all, the dead homies

Stupid Flanders

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that poem is beautiful to be honest

I thought Veterans Day was to celebrate the living and Memorial Day was to remember those that died in War.

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>>31968027
It is Rememberence day in Canada.

>>31968027
Its Armistice Day to celebrate end of WW1.

finally a fucking ww1 remembrance post

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.

>>31966907
We will remember them. Lest we forget.

I was at Flander's Fields last week. Powerful place, solemn and grave.

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>>31968027
Armistice Day is a day of Rememberance here in the UK.
Most services and parades are held on the Sunday prior to the 11th of November.

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>>31966907
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You are not forgotten, Operators of today and past

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Since yesterday was our birthday as well

>I was that which others did not want to be.

>I went where others feared to go. I have done what other have failed to do.

>I ask nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly, I accepted the thought of eternal loneliness, should I not succeed.

>I have seen the face of terror, I have felt the stinging cold of fear. I have longed for comrades lost in battle.

>I have cried, pained and hoped. But, most of all, I have lived times other would say are best forgotten.

>At least I'll be able to say I am proud to be an American and a United States Marine

>>31966907
I was attending a Rememberance day ceremony at a park memorial near some old coastal defence bunkers, and at the beginning and end of the 11:11 moment of silence, I heard a four horn blasts. I thought it was a frigate moored for the ceremony, but then I noticed that a random container ship, coming all the way from JAPAN on its way in to the harbor had slowed its engines and blown a salute to the memorial. While the harbour pilot onboard likely ordered them to do that, I really like that the crew acknowledged the ceremony, something they didn't even have to do.

>>31969551
>Japan
Disregard that, it had been traveling up the coast for the past few weeks but had started its voyage in Tokyo.
It was NYK Demeter.

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>>31968027
Who gives a shit, just act sad and donate to the VA.

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Does anyone have those ww1 cartoon gifs I can only find one

Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you ran like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Kileshandra

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>>31966907
Thread theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kqba0IUdiBk

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>>31970172
alternative thread theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83PIagsK4po

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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.

>Now when i was a young man
>i carried my pack
>and i lived the free life of a rover

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>>31966907
Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You’d think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they’ve been taught the way to do it
Like Christian soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
With due regard for decent taste.

>from the murray's green basin
>to the dusty outback
>I waltzed my matilda all over

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>>31966907
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Was WW1 the saddest event in human history?

I certainly think so.

38 million people died agonizing deaths, millions more permanently maimed, huge swaths of Europe shelled into oblivion, and it was all for nothing. It was started out of hubris and ignorance, and solved nothing. It gave rise to nearly every geopolitical problem we've faced since. Fascism, Communism, and radical Islam all started because of WW1.

>>31966907
Sort of reminds me of this

https://youtu.be/YAkkhqOVDQc

A poor offering.

The hair on the back of my head rises
In cowardice trembling valiantly
Although I wear many disguises
None of these now are of use to me

In our ranks we all will file
Out into the tumultuous field
And with every shot defile
The hearts of men clapped in steel

When I'm calling for my mother
I see an angel comes to me
With a warmth like none other
She wraps me up quietly

OH my son, my son, my child
How dutifully you fell
Entrenched in apparent liberty
But stinking like pits of hell

Your eyes will not look on torment
No more be afraid
When snatched away within a moment
And with the angels laid

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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 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.

Strange to think that that 18 year old children had to endure a more hellish reality than anything I could imagine.

>>31970516
Europe threw its future away with the first world war.

For what? A pointless conflict that spring-boarded all the pointless bullshit that later dominated the rest of the 20th century.

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>>31966907
a stupid body war that threw an e tire generation into a meat grinder. May they have peace.
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Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

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The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

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>>31970366
>And the band played Waltzing Matilda

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>>31970987
>Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind

get it right

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He fell in October, 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front.

He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come.

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>>31969826
The IRA are crinegy terrorists with good aesthetic

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>>31971262

Fuck. I finally got to reading that early this year and after that I've been consuming all I can about WWI

Even bought a Mk III Enfield a few weeks ago on my birthday.

>>31970987
The parents of Wilfred Owen - who wrote that poem - received the telegram informing them of his death literally while the Armistice bells were ringing.

>>31971393
One of the only books to make me cry. Especially the screams of the horses...

My grandfather was a Prussian Jew cavalry officer who was 50+ when he married my grandmother who was 18-20 in in 1940 ish. He was in the US Army signal Corps and was gassed at the Somme and neverreally recovered (died at 54 in 1945) When I was 10 or so, my grandmother gave me binoculars, wrapped in leather Bausch and Lomb marked "US Army Signal Corps" Of course I ruined and lost them.. makes me sad. It's all I knew of my grandfather. and I lost them.
He worked as a golf pro after the war but had to hide the fact that he was a joo because most Country clubs banned jews. So I am 1/4 jooboi..
family lore says his name was shortened at elli island from FEINSTEIN or FINEMEN somthing to just ""Fine"
just though I'd share.
wish I could get away with marrying a a 20 year old at 50....

I tried to read this to In The Flat Fields - Bauhaus, it didn't work.