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 Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Have been to Flanders with the wife last week for a little vacation. Been there a couple of times. The giant nothing of that huge flat landscape still never ceases to amaze me.
Left a little plit cross I've forged on the headstone on one of the german cemeteries
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
With the going down of the sun, and in the morning.
We will remember them.
Parker Nelson
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Joshua Gutierrez
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Aaron Cooper
I, that on my familiar hill Saw with uncomprehending eyes A hundred of thy sunsets spill Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, Ere the sun swings his noonday sword Must say good-bye to all of this; - By all delights that I shall miss, Help me to die, O Lord.
Jose Baker
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Adam Thomas
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Gabriel Morgan
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Adam Carter
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Ethan Allen
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Angel Gutierrez
I was confused for a second because the op was 7:11:11 for me, then I remembered I'm 4 hours behind east coast time. Needs a screencap at least.
Juan Hill
Just make sure you go after september but before april. The belgian coast is a giant touristic fuckfest and not only in the summer half of the year everythings more expensive but all the WW1 related stuff is overrun as fuck.
Also: dont expect too much from the Flanders Fields Museum in Ypres. Its got a strong focus on interactive, digital stuff, not so much about hardware. Head for the Passendaele 1917 museum. Best show Ive ever seen
Nathan Russell
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Michael Harris
The gun that fired the last shot of the war in 1918, for he U.S. Heroes name as 'Calamity Jane' and her serial number is 3125, 11th Field Artillery. In the Bois de la Haie, on the Lanenville sur Meuse Baeclair Road, Meuse, France.
learned about this from a children's book written before world war two, at the time it was believed there would be no more wars having witnessed the atrocities of the great war.
>The song is about the immediate experience of a soldier losing a comrade in battle, detached from all political or national ideology; as a result, its use was never limited to one particular faction and was sung or cited by representatives of all political backgrounds throughout the 19th and 20th centuries, and was translated for use in numerous fighting forces, French, Dutch, Spanish, Japanese and others.
I was ok with trump until now. He didn't attend the commemoration in the Artois because of the weather? 37 million people died, 130,000 of which were Americans and the rains gonna stop you? This is why Americas nationalistic dorito spirit is dying and near dead. No one cares about the sacrifices of our men and women to liberty anymore
Hunter Ramirez
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Giving poppies out to Anons today; had family on both ends. Planning to do a battlefield tour early next year. If anyone has recommendations please let me know.
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.
Even if we all became transformers Mr. Bones will still be lurking around. Not out of malicious intent, but for the sake of balance. You can delay him and ward him off, but you can’t fully get rid of him.
Nathaniel Bailey
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You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed, And no man claimed the conquest of your land. But gropers both through fields of thought confined We stumble and we do not understand. You only saw your future bigly planned, And we, the tapering paths of our own mind, And in each others dearest ways we stand, And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.
When it is peace, then we may view again With new won eyes each other's truer form And wonder. Grown more loving kind and warm We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain, When it is peace. But until peace, the storm, The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
>Great Uncle fought in the Battle of the Bulge >Grandfather served in Panama and Libya >Other Grandfather was a MASH doc in Korea >All three are gone now >mfw I can no longer listen to their war stories F
He still reaches out his hand to me While I am about to reload I cannot hold onto your hand
Fuck...
Robert King
They ask me where I've been, And what I've done and seen. But what can I reply Who know it wasn't I, But someone just like me, Who went across the sea And with my head and hands Killed men in foreign lands... Though I must bear the blame, Because he bore my name
Andrew Richardson
His wild heart beats with painful sobs, His strin'd hands clench an ice-cold rifle, His aching jaws grip a hot parch'd tongue, His wide eyes search unconsciously. He cannot shriek. Bloody saliva Dribbles down his shapeless jacket. I saw him stab And stab again A well-killed Boche. This is the happy warrior, This is he...
By all the glories of the day And the cool evening's benison, By that last sunset touch that lay Upon the hills where day was done, By beauty lavishly outpoured And blessings carelessly received, By all the days that I have lived Make me a solider, Lord. By all of man's hopes and fears, And all the wonders poets sing, The laughter of unclouded years, And every sad and lovely thing; By the romantic ages stored With high endeavor that was his, By all his mad catastrophes Make me a man, O Lord. I, that on my familiar hill Saw with uncomprehending eyes A hundred of Thy sunsets spill Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, Ere the sun swings his noonday sword Must say goodbye to all of this;-- By all delights that I shall miss, Help me to die, O Lord. W.N.Hodgson (1893-1916)
Isaiah Lewis
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Wyatt Campbell
the wonder
>Body and Spirit I surrendered whole >To harsh Instructors—and received a soul . . . >If mortal man could change me through and through >From all I was—what may The God not do?
F for Flanders now long gone. Peace has come, rest easy now ye long dead souls.
Brayden Sanchez
It really is, reminds me when I was a kid and would go in to talk to those old men. Mfw they're all gone and the 'younger' vets from WWII are slowly slipping away. F The rawest part F
Ethan Carter
You definitely need to if it is at all possible. As a child growing up my mother's boss was a WWII vet (she worked at a bed and breakfast, he was the owner). When I would tag along with her to work I'd often get to sit with Norman and listen to his stories about his time in the RAF. Some of my fondest memories are sitting around the fire in that old rambling house in the dead of winter hearing about how cold it was in the bellies of those planes. Norman passed in 2013 but I'll never forget his stories.
Thomas Smith
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I'm wearing a poppy right now
Alexander Morris
I used to go into the VA and veterans care homes to talk with them and write down their stories; along with my grandfathers (1 a nav in B24s and 1 a SAC pilot in Korea/Vietnam). Tears at the heart string to know all the men who told me those stories are gone.
My biggest regret was not videoing those stories.
Christopher Miller
The men who died in it.
Juan Ortiz
Good on you, Jow Forumsnon.
Anthony Anderson
Kys, edgelord This
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Brandon Perry
my grandfather told me a shit ton of war stories during his last year he knew he was fucked so he told me loads of stories even stuffs he never told anybody else
it's surreal to think he actually saw all those things desu
Jacob Jackson
thx m8
remembering past wars and the young men that fell in them will help us move towards peace, where the best and strongest men of each household aren't sacrificed to profit the rich elite.
