Remembrance Day "We Will Remember Them"
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We who are left, how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
A bird among the rain-wet lilac sings—
But we, how shall we turn to little things
And listen to the birds and winds and streams
Made holy by their dreams,
Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?
Wilfred Wilson Gibson.
I'll never forget. RIP to my friend Ben and all those lost to War.
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
A bird among the rain-wet lilac sings—
But we, how shall we turn to little things
And listen to the birds and winds and streams
Made holy by their dreams,
Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?
Wilfred Wilson Gibson.
I'll never forget. RIP to my friend Ben and all those lost to War.
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The MCB have condemned it.
Is there an established Muslim "church" that can comment on these sorts of things? It's not like the CofE or the Catholic church.
Is this thread not for remembering those lost to us through war and not for publicising some idiots looking for attention.
lets leave that to the thread dedicated to castigating those disrespectful children and reserve this one for remembering those who knew true sacrifice.
lets leave that to the thread dedicated to castigating those disrespectful children and reserve this one for remembering those who knew true sacrifice.
Apologies. Duly noted.
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Hate to say it here, but why become a british citizen if you wont adhere to british 'days'.
If I went over 'there' and become a citizen i'd adhere to whatever they do
It's just different over here for some reaon?
The trouble is, an increasing number of them come from... England. And you can't revoke that citizenship.
EDIT: DAMNIT. Drawn into this silly argument again.
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Yeah I'm not saying it's plausible (or correct), just interpreting the point of view.
Never mind, just go with the flow I suppose.
But you are right,
"Send them Back!!!", the Daily Fail screams,
"Where to exactly?" I ask,
"Back where they came from..." comes the angry retort....
"fair enough" I reply, "back to Bradford, Peckham and Southall then...".
I was annoyed about this, but after reading your reply. You couldnt be more right.
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Hate to say it here, but why become a british citizen if you wont adhere to british 'days'.
If I went over 'there' and become a citizen i'd adhere to whatever they do
It's just different over here for some reaon?
It isn't a British 'day' though.
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It kinda is though
I'm a Kiwi and I'm not against the 11th November thing in Britain, but it's not observed in New Zealand as anything special and is absolutely meaningless to me. I don't have a problem with it and I'm not going to protest, but equally the 11th of November means nothing to me so I'm not going to wear a poppy, or join in remembering anything.
Equally, I don't expect England to observe 25 April as anything particularly special.
I'm a Kiwi and I'm not against the 11th November thing in Britain, but it's not observed in New Zealand as anything special and is absolutely meaningless to me. I don't have a problem with it and I'm not going to protest, but equally the 11th of November means nothing to me so I'm not going to wear a poppy, or join in remembering anything.
Equally, I don't expect England to observe 25 April as anything particularly special.
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My point was that Remembrance Day/Veterans Day isn't a solely British 'Day' and therefore isn't a key part of being a British citizen.
IIRC, the UK does officially take part in Anzac day with services and wreath laying at Whitehall.
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Oh fgs, stop being so pedantic, you know exactly what I mean and why you've nit picked at the comment heaven will only know...Hence the reason I put it in ''''!!!!!
Some poetry I remembered today:
The War Sonnets: V. The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever 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.
Rupert Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915)
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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines 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 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.
Wilfred Owen (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918)
The War Sonnets: V. The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever 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.
Rupert Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915)
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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines 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 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.
Wilfred Owen (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918)
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I'm not being pedantic. I'm correcting you on a mistake and to be honest, I don't really know what you mean because it didn't really make sense.
Remembrance Day is not a British 'day'. It's observed the world over by a few different names, all basically for the same reason.
Immigrating to a different country shouldn't mean that you denounce your previous national identity and absorb a new one overnight. Do British expatriates stop celebrating British holidays just because they move abroad?
Not that the protest has anything to do with this. Your post would have made sense had they simply been ignoring it and were all immigrants. However, they're protesting against the ceremonies for a reason, which has nothing to do with being an immigrant, a British citizen or a Muslim.
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Can you re-read my post please.
I put the word in those commas or whatever they are for a reason,because I could not come up with another word to discribe it, I even said that in another comment.
You have chosen to be a plank about it basically...I don't need correcting in something so trivial.
If you are in this country, and something like that is happening, you don't just 'protest' about it...Its like going to a funeral and shouting over the damn person sending them off.
EDIT, and before you nit pick again, no they are not protesting about the day I know, but they are prtesting on the day, and know full well what this means to some people.
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