There were boys of 15 and 16 out there fighting, take the time to visit a war memorial sometime and look at the names.......Learn what happened
Jim2, I disagree with you, or maybe I agree?????
It was a terrible time in the development of the world as we know it, it WAS worth it! But what a shocking way to get where we are now. I just hope that as a people we all acknowledge the sacrifices that were made for us, honour the fallen, and their families.
lest we forget....
but I must admit, i practically know nothing about why there is an ANZAC day...
I don't come from NZ, and no one has ever bothered to explain it to me really, however, I know it means a lot to a lot of people... so I bow my head in reverance...
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
all you need to know right here
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_day
He who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man
We do not remember their deaths. We remember the freedom they strove to protect. We do not glorify their deaths. We respect the sacrifice they made for people they would never know.
They shall not grow 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 evening,
we will remember them
I would preferr it to be explained to me personally... thanks for the link, but it still doesnt convey the feeling to me...
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
Too right, we have it easy in this life.
My grandfather was gassed in the trenches in WWI and survived to 92. He hardly spoke of that war and got TB etc, he coughed to his dying day but he never joined the RSA or went to any parades.
My father was at Normandy, in the Pacific Fleet and on Russian convoys, did some minesweeping and made 88. He never claimed his medals and spoke of the war only in his last years. His thinking was this; "it's over, forget it". They aren't my words, they are quoted directly from a veteran.
While I'd never, ever, deny anyone the right to go to dawn parades for rememberance of the real heroes who fought for what we have, I remember my forefathers in the way that I think they'd like to be remembered; on a daily basis. I do this by working hard to preserve what they fought for, feeding my offspring, housing them and respecting my missus and loving my children in a truly great country. We have it all here and I value it. Pull the piss out of the cops, the politicians or whoever; this is still a great country, loaded with good food, wine, beer and some of the greatest scenery on the planet, so I'm going to be forever disobedient toward my father and never, ever "forget it".
Sorry dad, but I remember it every day. What you did, what you suffered, what my mother suffered, waiting in line in London with food stamps, windows blown out, building on fire and V1 buzz bombs overhead. My eldest sister recalls those things. "If they're engines are going you were ok, if they stopped, you just ran inside and hid".
What a thing for a toddler to grow up with. (She's still around too...)
Don't just remember this stuff on April 25th people, remember it daily.
....and give thanks.
Will be at the swanson rsa on parade tomorrow. no doubt a few of the other boys will be there.
Today i spent a few minutes out of a great ride in a little place called Naseby........across from the pub a monument to the local boys who went and died in the great war.......i stood and looked around......listened to the silence.....the peacefullness........in some way for a moment i realised just how great there sacrifice was........almost........
Be the person your dog thinks you are...
Designed this book a while ago.
Restored the images digitally from scans.
The Archie Story.
The high res are amazing. Hard yards.
http://homepage.mac.com/david_cohen_..._web/index.htm
Thanks.....
This weeks international insult is in Malayalam:
Thavalayolee
You Frog Fucker
O. E. Olsen 1898 - 1987, enlisted Christmas 1917, Rifleman NZEF 78184 went straight to the western front. 19 August 1918 had a significant part of his leg "removed" in the recapture of Paschendale. He spent the next 18 months in hospital in England before returning to NZ.
The war was a closed subject for my Pop. Whenever the topic came up he would sit there quietly, and a tear would be shead.
...lest we forget
Originally Posted by Albert
Go to the civic parade tomorrow at the local cenotaph.
The spirit you will feel there will tell you everything.
Then head down to the nearest RSA, buy the oldest face you can see a drink, and have a hanky handy.
Tomorrow is the first year in many I will not be able to make it to the RSA for a rum and coffee before dawn service... I am gutted...
At the 2007 Westpac Ride:
Donor: So ya glad you're a Biker?
Minnie: F**k yeah!
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