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Matthew Roberts ([info]water_vamp) wrote in [info]compass_network,
@ 2015-11-12 11:06:00

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Entry tags:!open, lacey burrows, ~john mitchell (oe)

Backdates to before 11am, Wednesday 11th
"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."

'Ode of Remembrance' poem from 'For the Fallen' by Laurence Binyon



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[info]hamrammr
2015-11-12 03:25 pm UTC (link)
Having some of them running around makes the forgetting quite hard.

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[info]water_vamp
2015-11-12 11:50 pm UTC (link)
Maybe.

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[info]lacey_burrows
2015-11-12 11:41 pm UTC (link)
I hope you don't mind me posting this here:

In Flanders Fields by John McCrae.

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.

Au champ d'honneur, les coquelicots
Sont parsemés de lot en lot
Auprès des croix; et dans l'espace
Les alouettes devenues lasses
Mêlent leurs chants au sifflement des obusiers.
Nous sommes morts
Nous qui songions la veille encore
À nos parents, à nos amis,
C'est nous qui reposons ici
Au champ d'honneur.
À vous jeunes désabusés
À vous de porter l'oriflamme
Et de garder au fond de l'âme
Le goût de vivre en liberté.
Acceptez le défi, sinon
Les coquelicots se faneront
Au champ d'honneur.

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[info]water_vamp
2015-11-12 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Not at all.

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