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November 11th, 2013


[info]glee_rachel in [info]compass_network

Okay, so maybe I need to indulge into some cooking lessons. I'm great at baking, but cooking meat for people.....not so great when your a vegan and don't cook meat too much. Thank god for fire extinguishers because I could have burned the whole place down.

[info]kindagood_meg in [info]compass_network

Is it too late to hitch a ride with someone that wants to see Cairo?
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[info]izzyshaw in [info]compass_network

Email to Sullys + (Juliet and Sookie)

How about we get everyone together for Thanksgiving dinner at my apartment this year?

[info]ex_stevengro92 in [info]compass_network

95 years ago today World War I officially ended.



Happy Armistice Day.

[info]ex_stevengro92 in [info]compass_network

There will be a get together tonight at the diner for all the soldiers on the island, past, present, and future.

[info]offthepeg in [info]compass_network





For the lost )

[info]dontbedead in [info]compass_network

Well....this is certainly different.

Darcy?

Erik?

Thor?

[info]captain_srogers in [info]compass_network

I know it might be a little late to ask this but can everyone let me know if there will be fireworks tonight?

Thanks.

Happy Armistice Day as well.

[info]lacey_burrows in [info]compass_network

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.