For those of us that served and remember - Lest We Forget
BuckBuckNo1
RAN 1968-1983
Vietnam 1969
For those of us that served and remember - Lest We Forget
BuckBuckNo1
RAN 1968-1983
Vietnam 1969
FISHLOCK
William Frederick George. (Royal Navy P/Mx 54685 - Chief Petty Officer RNZN 13793, WWII, Korean War)
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
Mike B - 22 Regiment
The Balkans & Iraq, amongst others
1969-2005
A Hero To Many
This weeks international insult is in Malayalam:
Thavalayolee
You Frog Fucker
I can relate to ANZAC Day just as it commemortes all wars that NZ and Aus. have fought in. But Armistice Day sorry. The First World War was one big monumental blunder casued more by egos than anything else. It was not a war based on any ideological parameters other than Bosnian Serb nationals wanted unification with Serbia and to break away from the Austro-Hungary Empire. To me the First World War has as much relevance as the Balkin conflict and the Charge of the Light Brigade or for that matter the Punic wars of Rome and Carthage. Interesting from a historical perspective but not much else.
Skyryder
Free Scott Watson.
It is a matter of regret that Remembrance Day has been almost forgotten. Many young people have never even heard of it.
For many years it was more honoured in Australia than here, but I was in Australia on Saturday, and was disappointed that I appeared to be almost the only person to take any notice of 11am.
I remember when a boy in Auckland it was very much observed. A few minutes before 11am, traffic would all stop, drivers would get out of their cars and stand beside them; tram passengers would alight, the gentlemen uncovered; factories and offices would all stop work; we school children would be paraded out into the assembly areas; all ready to observe the two minutes silence once the bells began chiming 11.
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
My dad served in WWll in the navy.
Came back a changed man.
He passed away sometime between 20th June to 22 July 1985.
Official date is 22nd July 1985 the day he was found.
RIP dad.
Yeah its true, unlike alot of my friends Im one of the only few who know what its about, pretty sad.. but our government should support the effort like the do over in ozzie (they get it all over the TV and stuff right?) because otherwise its to easy just to live your life and what? 10 years just flew by.. its needs to be drilled into us, Ill never forget .. I try to do my part.
never forget eh![]()
Sergeant-Major Robert Adam Sangster, 11/591, Wellington Mounted Rifles. Gallipoli (Chunuk Bair), Egypt and Palestine.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Grandfather. (Mothers side) Battle of the Somme 1916.
Wounded in no-mans-land, picked up by the Germans and taken to hospital. Released after the war and died peacefully in Birmingham, England.
Grandfather. (Dad's side) Battle of Gallipoli.
Survived and lived the rest of his days on a villa in Portugal.
Mother. Survived the London bombing of WWII.
Father. Was 'One of the few' during the Battle of Britain. Flew Spitfires and Hurricanes.
Both parents emigrated to NZ after the war and currently live in Upper Hutt.
Lest We Forget
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy
Commemoration
In most ceremonies of remembrance there is a reading of an appropriate poem, designed to help the listener understand the experiences of service people and their relatives in wartime.
In Flanders Fields
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.
John McCrae
Capt John McPherson. Served in Galipoli and the Somme. Survived.
His brother died in the sinking of the neptune.
Major John McPherson Served in italy and egypt, wounded in attack by landmine which killed his mate/batman. finally had his leg removed in the late 80's after it gave him trouble for all the years.
For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is a music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
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 uncountered:
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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end they remain.
Lest we forget.
And put your hippy comments elsewhere.
I love the smell of twin V16's in the morning..
My great uncle FO Lloyd Trigg RNZAF The only man in history to be pothumusly awarded the VC on the recommendation of the enemy. Memorial cenotaph at Houhora in the Far North. I enlisted as a medic in RFCS in 69 immediately nicknamed "Doc" found that they were all queer in those days got quick a corp/trade changed to sigs nickname stuck never did any medical trg untill I joined the Sqn in 79 as a ptl medic/other stuff. As a Snr Nco escorted Cyril Guyston Rolston Bennett RNZ Signals VC winner at Chunnik Bair, to an ANZAC Day parade felt humbled in his presence. Those were the days "Bring back the cane" .
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