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I don't recall my death, just remember the screams, dodging gunfire for real, not in heroic dreams. I hope they remember me, I did what I thought was right, It was on their behalf I took up this...
On the 11-11 1918, WW1 finished. Lots of people's lives did too. My great-grandfather served with some of those hero's that we lost. His birthday is the 11-11.
So beautiful /••\ \••/ |< 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...
Vermillion, crimson, titian,. A reminder of the soldiers fighting,. The breeze coaxes them to dance,. The soldiers battle as if in a trance,. Their heavy, silky petals ruffle proudly,.
When I buy a poppy I expect it to last Not fall off within the hour that has passed I've donated a small fortune in the last two days For an inadequate poppies to loose there way Its not how I put...
On a night in November for sixty-odd years An old man would come and order two beers He'd only drink one, left the other alone Then he'd quietly leave and make his way home The barman was watching,...
#wewillrememberthem The following is a poem by one of two of the best war poets Siegfried Sassoon, the other Wilfred Owen. If you haven't read any if their work, I recommend it.
I miss you,. Come back,. I need you,. My eyes are black,. My mascara ran,. Why did I wear it,. I love you gran,. You grinned and bared it,. But now your gone,. It's all over now,. The sun shone,.
Hello again, today is Thursday, November 1, 2012. Today is the Día de los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead. It is a Mexican holiday in which dead loved ones are remembered. It is a day of mourning.
Lit up in the night sky We watch you float away Symbolising the death of one But never gone away A memory of so long ago A child I'd never known I stood in the doorway The lanterns floating away They...
If you could see me now. I hope that you would both be proud. Of the person i've become. As you look down from your cloud. I hope i've lived up to your hopes. And havent made real your fears.
Lost Angel. If I close my eyes. I fight to find. The most peaceful place. To begin. Your presence surrounds me. Angelic aura astounding. My binding fountain of life. Foraging for my flight.
Sing your remembrance. For we miss you all. So brave to fight. So willing to fall. Sing your sorrow. For how we couldn't assist. So ignorant and rude. So we'd all persist. Sing your pain. Let is know.
At the age of 36, a dear friend to me was lost To an aggressive form of cancer, I was sad and cross Why take such a sweet, friendly, caring and happy guy.
#poppyrememberance The trenches they dug, The training they trained, The wars they fought, The life they sacrificed.
I remember the way you looked at me in the early morning light. I remember the way you kissed me under the moonlit night. I remember the way you kissed my cheek when I was feeling sad.
#household A picture frame sits upon my desk, Where a treasured picture in it rests. And now the frame stands loveable and teared, It reminds me of my pet that once was there.
Can you be forgiven, If the person isn't here. Their aura still a presence, A memory so clear. A friendship was not two way, I never knew it then. But now I cannot call him, Or ask him why and when.
It's so different with you not around, but I know you're in the sky. I know you're watching all of us and helping us get by.
5 years has gone so fast Where has the time gone, when did it slip past.
A hand above the water. An angel reaching for the sky. Is it raining in heaven. Do you want us to cry. And everywhere the broken hearted. On every lonely avenue. No one could reach them.
When like a candle now, Your light has ceased; When like the sun, Your warmth subsided; After your radiance completely left me, Alone in the dimness that knows no morning or night; The...
It was a normal day,. Like every other,. The sky was a beautiful blue,. Like no other,. Yet know one knew,. The terror we would go threw,. Near 8:00am,. What families would go threw,.
Battle grounds marked out The soldiers return for one last bout The scars they have gathered ... Hidden well out of sight Keeping their thoughts, memories and feelings in the shadows ...