"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 morning,
We shall remember them"
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"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 morning,
We shall remember them"
I wasd after my uncle who was killed in the 2nd world war. He was the oldest of my mothers 5 brothers.
People don't understand what it was like, I didn't. But my mother no longer with us nobody would convince her that Germany had changed from those war years.
Awesruck about what my Dad and his mates went through in Egypt Greece and Italy.
Hardship nowadays is a pop-up addy.
those very poignant words are from the poem by lawrence binyan FOR THE FALLEN well worth a read a beautiful poem. can be got on google.
My Uncle George
Joined army just before WW2 as a private in the East Yorks. Shipped to France as part of the BEF, evacuated at Dunkirk. Retrained in UK and was at the landings on D-Day, regiment progressed to Caen where George was badly injured by a shell. They evacuated him to behind the lines but ambulance hit a land mine and all aboard died.
Buried in Bayeaux.
All before his 25th birthday.
RIP George
Tower of London poppies look very good, what will happen to them all?
I was down there last week Millertop and they said they were being sold for 25 quid each for charity, don't know if that's true but if it is that's a lot of money!Quote:
Originally Posted by millertop