We will remember them......
For those who have gone before ...
We will remember.
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Kohima Memorial, (Battle of Kohima, India 1944)
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Some of you will already know I have a long standing ANZAC committment to play Last Post for the Leigh Community Memorial Service. I made my way out there today - the weather was horrible so the service was moved to the community hall.
I stood there and waited for my old buddies to come in, and I waited, and I waited...
So many of them gone this year, the ones that were there very frail, and I doubt they will attend another ANZAC Service. The only plus of this was the enormous turn out, of young people, families and many, many new faces.
As the sun goes down, and in the morning - We will remember them.
Lest we forget Pussy.
You already know how I feel on this day, and what happened with my day.
But it's a very emotional day. Thats for sure.
Good on you Anne. Thoughts are with your buddies that did not make it there today. We will remember them
It's always good to go to a service and remember. Also good to see parents taking kids, passing on the respect and appreciation for what we now have.
Originally Posted by FlangMaster
Just as long as they are there for the right reasons -I see an increasing trend, as the old vets die off, to mythologise the events of the past and subvert it to a form of meaningless nationalism - media jingoism - tugs at the heart.....glorification of the dead "heroes".The best thing we can do is not create a national myth around our ‘fallen heroes’ but make sure we don’t send more to the same fate in the future.
That's not what those who served, wanted.
Dad didn't - he didn't march - if he wanted to think of his dead mates, he didn't need a day to do it. Nor did my grandfather, who suffered from war wounds all his life, nor did grandmothers, great aunts who lost brothers, fiances, friends......they attended, grieved, because they didn't want it to happen again.
The quiet country town parades are, perhaps, the most genuine in spirit - no maudlin politicians weeping crocodile tears, spewing pious sentiments while meaning none of it.........
Sorry for the rant, but it really is far more commercialised on this side of the Tasman......
“- He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”
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