bigstevie
Kingsman
Honorary Member
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Post by bigstevie on Apr 12, 2009 14:06:42 GMT 1
The association I belong to - NIVA - after years of lobbying, were finally given a contingent space for Remembrance Sunday at the Cenotaph last November. I couldn't be there - but wrote this as perhaps a reflection of what goes through our minds, during the Silence. Long meandering ranks stand still: The lines of friendship, joined in will To show their steadfast pride and sorrow To those who died for our tomorrow The booming gunfire stills their tongues And veterans, both old and young Stand straight and quiet; their thoughts then stray To times and places, far away To deserts, plains of wood and green Or windblown mountains, valleys between; To sentry posts or sangars scarred, to land rovers or armoured cars the faces drift by on the breeze with smiles that time has seemed to freeze; forever young, unmarked by life forever fresh, untouched by strife a thousand friends, a thousand trees a thousand names upon the breeze, that whispers through the old and bold as they stand silent, in the cold the gunfire sounds, and drives away those pin-sharp thoughts from yesterday; then stepping off, pride unrestrained they give thanks to our friends, again. "When you go home, tell them of us" copyrightBigStevie2008(C)
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Post by Frenchie on Apr 12, 2009 14:08:02 GMT 1
Very Moving Stevie. Thanks for posting this.
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