Thanks for the reminder. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> My grandmother has been on my rear all week about it.
Rememberance day is the Canadian version of the USA's Vetrans day. We remember the Canadians who died in world war 1 and 2, and all the others who fought! And remember that they helped keep this country and the world safe.
We pin a red poppy made of plastic to your shirt or jacket. Theres even a poem that was written.
/me pulls out Canadian 10 dollar bill and writes the poem!
<i>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
John McCrae [1872 - 1918] </i>
LEST WE FORGET
Today at 11am we will bow our heads and remember the heros of the past with 2 mins of quite.
We had our silence while I was in the assembly hall in school. It was so quiet I was actually able to hear the radiator in a room packed with around 200 people. And I bought a poppy <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
X_StickmanNot good enough for a custom title.Join Date: 2003-04-15Member: 15533Members, Constellation
edited November 2003
<span style='color:red'>This is one of the most insensitive and insulting posts I have ever seen, and I would think this even if I were not a veteran, had not lost friends in the service, or not lost relatives in the service. <span style='color:white'>[...]</span> You have no idea what these men were thinking when they died.</span><span style='color:white'> Acceptable right to that point, Mons.</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Majin+Nov 11 2003, 03:42 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Majin @ Nov 11 2003, 03:42 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Rememberance day is the Canadian version of the USA's Vetrans day. We remember the Canadians who died in world war 1 and 2, and all the others who fought! And remember that they helped keep this country and the world safe.
<!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Only Canadians? I was the british too, and alot more british died than the Canadians.. I have respect for both and i donate £10 every year to the poppy, for they died for their cause
er, it's Armistice you know, it's for every country in WWI.
Of course, most countries use it to remember their own soldier rather than think about the whole mess it was and all the countries involved in it. And it's armistice/end.
<!--QuoteBegin--X_Stickman+Nov 11 2003, 11:34 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (X_Stickman @ Nov 11 2003, 11:34 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:white'>***Nuked.***</span><!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Well, never in all my years have I seen someone cry on Rememberance Day. Just buy a poppy, hush for 2 minutes and give a silent 'thank you' to those that died fighting for a good cause throughout the World Wars.
So some people cry? The day means more to them. Let them cry.
Veteran's Day is the day we remember what we lost in order to get what we have. Those who died did so to further a cause for which they felt dying was worth. It may not have been to 'save the world' - but they felt strongly enough that they fought. What more can one sacrifice than one's life? I don't know of anything greater. These men and women gave the most they could, and it's our right (and I feel, duty) to remember that their sacrifice was made.
Let us remember.... <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
BTW, if you didn't know, Canada as a nation earned it's reputation during WWI, mostly, and WWII; Canadian soldiers were brave and valiant, so hush to people who thought we died little.
DY357LXPlaying since day 1. Still can't Comm.EnglandJoin Date: 2002-10-27Member: 1651Members, Constellation
edited November 2003
This year and last year I found it extremely difficult to find a place actually selling Poppy's. Which I think is abit weird. I ALWAYS buy a Poppy whenever I see them for sale and donate whatever I can. I like taking the Poppy's home and putting one in my cats collar until she shakes it free. (My cats name is "Poppy" and its become tradition to buy Poppy a Poppy <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->) it usually then gets Blue-Tac'd to my Monitor. I heard someone say last year that several Poppy Donation boxes had been stolen, thats why they're difficult to find around here and several shops keep them under the counter or out of sight. Both of which are awful things and and very disrespectful... sometimes I hate this area.
For some reason todays day was much more moving than previous ones.
And for some reason the Last Post is still the most moving tune I think I've ever listened too. Perhaps even the only one thats brought me to tears.
<a href='http://www.digitalbrain.com/frothomasr99/web/Public%20Access%20System/Last%20Post%201%20(Solo%20Trumpet).mp3' target='_blank'>Rest In Peace</a>
Remeberance day is for the all the countries that belonged to the Brittish Empire who fought the first world war, second world war and any conflict there after. All the other countries involved in these wars have thier own version of this occasion but it was the Brittish that decided to have theirs each year on the aniversary of the end of the First World War which was on the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918.
A poem by "Wilfed Owen"
*ahem*
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 a 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 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: <b>Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.</b>
In 1918, seven days before the before the end of the war, Wilfred Owen was caught in a German machine gun attack and killed. He was twenty-five when he died.
Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori - "It is sweet and honourable to die for ones country"
<!--QuoteBegin--X_Stickman+Nov 11 2003, 10:34 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (X_Stickman @ Nov 11 2003, 10:34 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <span style='color:red'>This is one of the most insensitive and insulting posts I have ever seen, and I would think this even if I were not a veteran, had not lost friends in the service, or not lost relatives in the service. <span style='color:white'>[...]</span> You have no idea what these men were thinking when they died.</span><span style='color:white'> Acceptable right to that point, Mons.</span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Oh yeah, a nukeage got nuked. That is golden <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
On topic though, let us remember those who died to protect the freedoms we have today.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 a 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 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.
In 1918, seven days before the before the end of the war, Wilfred Owen was caught in a German machine gun attack and killed. He was twenty-five when he died.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori - "It is sweet and honourable to die for ones country"
This poem is the most beutiful and touching one written about war, at least in my opinion. For my literature class, when we had to study in depth a poem, I chose this one. It can have such a deep impact, that is, in my own opinion, one of the best poems ever.
BTW, I though Remembrance Dya was a day in which we all remembered the lives of every one who died and it's still dieing in wars. At least, that is how I think we should see it...... For every veteran who gave their life, in useless and stupid wars. It is true..... <!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Speaking of Remembrance Day, my Grandfather never fought in the Second World War (the RAF "Don't take cripples" as engineers apparently, he had polio and his spine was/is still bent) but one of his older brothers did and was serving in the Royal Navy, his boat was sunk by the Nazi's using their first ever torpedo bomb (or something along those lines I can't quite remember what it was) and they filmed it whilst they bombed it. I've never heard my grandfather swear so much in his life at the History Channel when they showed it.
Anyway, back to the point of the thread - God bless all those who gave their life for this country, and ultimately for all humanity.
wow... I've not read that poem since I was in english class back in school =o
~shows off poppy~ I'd have probably done the silence thing too but on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month I was curled up in my bedcovers snoozing away ^^;
I celebrated Veteran's day, and wore red white and blue today. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
One thing that REALLY **** me off, though, was last night a local cemetary got paintballed, the 2 paintballed graves were those of WW2 Veterans. Argh. <!--emo&:angry:--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/mad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='mad.gif'><!--endemo-->
Anyway, today at school during the morning announcements the announcement-type-people recited a poem and then another person in the background played a trumpet. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
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We remember the Canadians who died in world war 1 and 2, and all the others who fought! And remember that they helped keep this country and the world safe.
We pin a red poppy made of plastic to your shirt or jacket.
Theres even a poem that was written.
/me pulls out Canadian 10 dollar bill and writes the poem!
<i>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
John McCrae [1872 - 1918]
</i>
LEST WE FORGET
Today at 11am we will bow our heads and remember the heros of the past with 2 mins of quite.
God bless those that gave us these freedoms, and to those who fought from Canada for their remembrence day.
We remember the Canadians who died in world war 1 and 2, and all the others who fought! And remember that they helped keep this country and the world safe.
<!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Only Canadians? I was the british too, and alot more british died than the Canadians.. I have respect for both and i donate £10 every year to the poppy, for they died for their cause
Of course, most countries use it to remember their own soldier rather than think about the whole mess it was and all the countries involved in it. And it's armistice/end.
Well, never in all my years have I seen someone cry on Rememberance Day. Just buy a poppy, hush for 2 minutes and give a silent 'thank you' to those that died fighting for a good cause throughout the World Wars.
Veteran's Day is the day we remember what we lost in order to get what we have. Those who died did so to further a cause for which they felt dying was worth. It may not have been to 'save the world' - but they felt strongly enough that they fought. What more can one sacrifice than one's life? I don't know of anything greater. These men and women gave the most they could, and it's our right (and I feel, duty) to remember that their sacrifice was made.
BTW, if you didn't know, Canada as a nation earned it's reputation during WWI, mostly, and WWII; Canadian soldiers were brave and valiant, so hush to people who thought we died little.
actually selling Poppy's. Which I think is abit weird. I ALWAYS buy a
Poppy whenever I see them for sale and donate whatever I can.
I like taking the Poppy's home and putting one in my cats collar until she shakes it free.
(My cats name is "Poppy" and its become tradition to buy Poppy a Poppy <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->) it usually then gets Blue-Tac'd to my Monitor.
I heard someone say last year that several Poppy Donation boxes had been
stolen, thats why they're difficult to find around here and several shops keep them
under the counter or out of sight.
Both of which are awful things and and very disrespectful... sometimes I hate this area.
And for some reason the Last Post is still the most moving tune I think I've ever listened too. Perhaps even the only one thats brought me to tears.
<a href='http://www.digitalbrain.com/frothomasr99/web/Public%20Access%20System/Last%20Post%201%20(Solo%20Trumpet).mp3' target='_blank'>Rest In Peace</a>
A poem by "Wilfed Owen"
*ahem*
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 a 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
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: <b>Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.</b>
In 1918, seven days before the before the end of the war, Wilfred Owen was caught in a German machine gun attack and killed. He was twenty-five when he died.
Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori - "It is sweet and honourable to die for ones country"
Oh yeah, a nukeage got nuked. That is golden <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
On topic though, let us remember those who died to protect the freedoms we have today.
*ahem*
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out 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 gas-shells dropping softly 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 a 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
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.
In 1918, seven days before the before the end of the war, Wilfred Owen was caught in a German machine gun attack and killed. He was twenty-five when he died.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori - "It is sweet and honourable to die for ones country"
This poem is the most beutiful and touching one written about war, at least in my opinion. For my literature class, when we had to study in depth a poem, I chose this one. It can have such a deep impact, that is, in my own opinion, one of the best poems ever.
BTW, I though Remembrance Dya was a day in which we all remembered the lives of every one who died and it's still dieing in wars. At least, that is how I think we should see it...... For every veteran who gave their life, in useless and stupid wars. It is true..... <!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Speaking of Remembrance Day, my Grandfather never fought in the Second World War (the RAF "Don't take cripples" as engineers apparently, he had polio and his spine was/is still bent) but one of his older brothers did and was serving in the Royal Navy, his boat was sunk by the Nazi's using their first ever torpedo bomb (or something along those lines I can't quite remember what it was) and they filmed it whilst they bombed it. I've never heard my grandfather swear so much in his life at the History Channel when they showed it.
Anyway, back to the point of the thread - God bless all those who gave their life for this country, and ultimately for all humanity.
~shows off poppy~
I'd have probably done the silence thing too but on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month I was curled up in my bedcovers snoozing away ^^;
One thing that REALLY **** me off, though, was last night a local cemetary got paintballed, the 2 paintballed graves were those of WW2 Veterans. Argh. <!--emo&:angry:--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/mad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='mad.gif'><!--endemo-->
Anyway, today at school during the morning announcements the announcement-type-people recited a poem and then another person in the background played a trumpet. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->