Mashie you mean well but your British ancestors bled and drowned to prevent the Germans from invading Britain. The rescue of the First British Expeditionary Force at Dunkirk with tiny boats from England stands out as one of the bravest public actions in modern warfare. Ordinary people. Please read The Snow Goose by Paul Gallico and tell me you don't have tears. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sno...ory_of_Dunkirk
Again, Operation Overlord in 1944 was a vastly brave offence against the Wehrmacht fought mainly by small ungainly Brits who triumphed against the machine guns of the Atlantic Wall. I saw an interview with one soldier who marvelled at how they overcame the German soldiers who were so much bigger and teutonic than the English.
In another time and place these Germans would be our allies so on ANZAC Day we remember them too.
cheers for the placation Paw. I've seen the damage that war has done first hand thanks. I still cry tears from that mini experience whenever I think about it. I can still remember the names of the 5 kids that I played with in the snow. I remember feeling like an absolute fraud when handing out welly's and a teddy to shoeless kids in the ice outside of the cow shed 11 of them were living in. The entire journey was an eye opener. But yeah, I mean well.
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
How did you conclude that from what Ed wrote?
A dawn service to me, means the same as any other dawn service, a bowl of cereal followed by nice cup of tea at around 6:30am.
Wars happen, and if you're are in the army and are called up to attend one (here and there) it's your job.
ANZAC Day is different, whereas, there were those were NOT in the army at the time of WW1 but were drafted anyway...they are the real heros and always have been, for 100 years now.
ANZAC Day is a moment in times past, where Kiwis/Australians (and the Turks to certain degree) can commemorate those that died at Gallipoli.
My Grandfather fought in the Solomon Islands, and a great uncle flew in the Battle of Britain.
Neither talked of the glory of war, and they never attended commemoration services (which is not to say that they didn't remember or grieve their comrades).
I am sitting here looking at two photo's of my grandfather- one was taking before he shipped out; he is smiling with his cobbers, looking fresh faced and expectant. The second was taken after a few months in the Solomons- he has the look of a much older man who has been through experiences that I can't even begin to imagine. There was no glory in war for him, he came back a tougher, harder and more volatile man.
Although he spoke fondly of knocking seven shades of shit out some marines in Manners Mall in Wellington during a rolling street brawl.......
'beep beep tootle whistle tootle boop beep''- R2D2
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
"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 I 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.
I've been around the war sites, Galipoli , Western Front, Cassino, etc. Old men in Governments sending young men off to war to do their bidding.
If they want to have a war, hire out a stadium and do it themselves.
Churchill redeemed himself in WW2, that prick Hamilton never even set foot on shore.
Met a bus load of " Old Contemptibles" at The Menin Gate once and they were very please to see so many young people at the ceremony.
DeMyer's Laws - an argument that consists primarily of rambling quotes isn't worth bothering with.
i dont think you would get many youngsters signing up and going off to war for a adventure any more, the world is a much smaller place now and as somebody else said with discovery channel and the internet there is no mystery or misconception as to what will be happening
Interesting photos...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/arti...s-service.html
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
I went to the Dawn service with our youngest son and an international student from Turkey, who is living with us at the moment. It was poignant, as always, made more so, because he was from 'the other side'.
Youngest son did his exchange to Belgium a few years ago and was a guest of the NZ and Ozzie High Commission for Anzac Day. All the kiwi and ozzie kids were shown around the battle sites in Belgium, the cemeteries with their rows of white crosses, and our boy had the honour of laying the official NZ wreath on behalf of all Kiwis at Menin Gate.
It made the sacrifice of those young men real to him, an experience he will never forget.
Lest we forget
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
Yip, about 60,000 Turks died during the Gallipoli Campaign, a little under the total of the combined allied forces loss of 69,000 of which 2700 were Kiwis.
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