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.

In Flanders Fields the Poppies Grow, 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 .From Failing Hands We Throw The Torch

Be Yours To Hold High. If Ye Break Faith With Us Who Die,

We Shall Not Sleep. Though Poppies Grow In Flanders Fields.

By John McCrae.

 

We must always recognise the significance, bravery, and sombre nature of Remembrance Sunday.

It's time for us to reflect, and appreciate those who fought, fallen and put their lives to defending the freedom of our country. Many aspects of life that once held significance are now increasingly taken for granted by some people today.

I remember them, I owe a lot of gratitude, and thanks for how things are now due to them.

Lest We Forget.

Remembrance Sunday is a day we set aside to honour and remember those who sacrificed their lives in service to our country. It's important to acknowledge their bravery and the ultimate price they paid for our freedom. By reflecting on their sacrifices, we ensure their legacy lives on and we never forget the cost of war and the value of peace. Lest we forget. ????

@Fan of Big Tone

Thankyou for your Post. I've Never Heard this Song Before. The Young Lady Singer has a Wonderful Voice and the Lyrics are Very Powerful. 

Thanks Again Fella Very Much Appreciated.

remembering the fallen and brave, who helped keep the uk and the world free of such evil deserves a day and a few minutes to pay respect. its not much.

lest we forget.

Remembrance Sunday always touches the heart. It's a time for us to pause and honour those brave souls who gave everything for the freedoms we enjoy today. Every poppy represents a story of courage and sacrifice.

Reflecting on Remembrance Sunday is always a profound experience. Beyond the sombre tone, it's a reminder of the unity and resilience that characterises our nation. Those brave souls; young and old, from different walks of life, came together for a cause greater than themselves. It's this unparalleled courage and selflessness that deserves our utmost respect and gratitude. We must never let the lessons of history fade into obscurity. In quiet moments, as we bow our heads, we honour not only their sacrifice but also their enduring legacy. Lest we forget, indeed.

Beautiful words have been shared here. They perfectly encapsulate the importance of Remembrance Sunday. Let's continue to honour our fallen soldiers with respect and gratitude.

It's amazing to see my generation participating in these traditions. Education around Remembrance is crucial for keeping history alive. We owe so much to those who came before us.

 

 

This poem was published in a trench newspaper in 1917 and has no doubt been shared here before too. I think it really brings those who experienced this terrible war to life.

 

THE BURNING QUESTION

 

Three Tommies sat in a trench one day,

Discussing the war in the usual way,

They talked of the mud and they talked of the Hun,

Of what was to do and what had been done,

They talked about rum, and-tis hard to believe,

They even found time to speak about leave,

But the point which they argued from post back to pillar,

Was whether Notts County could beat Aston villa,

 

The night sped away and zero drew nigh,

Equipment made ready all lips getting dry,

And watches consulted with each passing minute

Till five more to go then twould find them all in it,

The word came along the line to get ready!

The sergeant admonishing all to keep steady,

But out rang a voice getting shriller and shriller,

I tell yer Notts County can beat Aston Villa!

 

The earth shook and swayed and the barrage was on

As they leapt o'er the top with a rush, and were gone

Away into Hun land through mud and though wire

Stabbing and dragging themselves though the mire

No time to heed those who are following en route

Till stopped by a strong point they lay down to shoot,

Then through the din came a voice " Say Jack Miller! "

"I tell yer Notts County can beat Aston Villa"

 

The strong point has gone, and forward they press

Towards their objective in number grown less

They reach it at last and prepare to resist

The counter-attack, which will come through the mist

Of the rain falling steadily, dig and hang on

The word for support back to H.Q has gone

The air charged with moment grows stiller and stiller---

" Notts County's no earthly against Aston Villa "

 

Two " Blighties ", a struggle through mud to get back

To the old A.D.S down a rough duck board track

A hasty field dressing a ride in a car

A wait in a C.C.S., then there they are

Packed side by side in a clean Red Cross train,

Happy in hopes to see Blighty again,

Still, through the bandages, muffled "Jack Miller,

I bet you Notts County can beat Aston Villa! "

NOPE NEVER HEARD THIS POEM BEFORE, You Sure It's Real @DangerousSausage? I Know a fair Few War Poems But Have Never Come Across This One.

@Wheelbarrow repair man

Emily Feldberg's Music - The Three Tommies

WWW.EMILY-FELDBERG-MUSIC.UK

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Musical Compositions by Emily Feldberg

 

Well This Is A New One To Me. I Can Add It to My Collection. A World War 1 Song about Notts County vs Aston Villa. By The Way Who Won. Notts or Villa?

@Wheelbarrow repair man Our first meeting with Villa after the war was in April 1920, when we were beaten 3-1. But in the return match at Meadow Lane just a week later we beat them 2-1, so Jack Miller was right!