Tomorrow

[welsh1]

Tomorrow go to a ceremony near you,take a couple of minutes to remember them.


IN FLANDERS FIELDS
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

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

 

[islandgun]

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[lord_seagrave]

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.

[johnphilip]

the sun now it shines on the green fields of france

 

the warm summer breeze, makes the red poppies dance

 

and look how the sun shines from under the clouds

 

there's no gas, no barbwire, no gun firring now

 

but here in this graveyard its still no mans land

 

the countless white crosses stand mute in this land.

[la bala]

We will remember them.

[Grandalf]

When you go home, tell them of us and say

For your tomorrow we gave our today.

 

Just watched the Remembrance Service from the Albert Hall.

Ye Gods but this generation of servicemen and women have seen some active service in their careers.

Never seen so many medals.

Heroes every one of them.

[welsh1]

When you go home, tell them of us and say

For your tomorrow we gave our today.

 

Just watched the Remembrance Service from the Albert Hall.

Ye Gods but this generation of servicemen and women have seen some active service in their careers.

Never seen so many medals.

Heroes every one of them.

Was thinking the same thing, but to see the Widows walk down the steps was something else, there was a lot of dust in my living room

[pegasus bridge]

I'll be watching my daughter in a rememberance parade with the brownies

[keg]

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.

[welsh1]

Before Action.

 

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 lavisghly 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.

[Bluebarrels]

Songs of praise today comes from the garrison church Aldershot, home of the British army, 4-30 BBC1

[bruno22rf]

May the Grace of every Nation be theirs for all Eternity.