At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918, after five years, The War to End All Wars ended after 37 000 000 casualties. 8 500 000 soldiers were killed, 21 000 000 soldiers were wounded, and 7 100 000 went missing or were taken prisoner. Millions of civilians were killed or wounded but I can't find figure that isn't speculative.

I've always found it difficult to collect consistent figures, so if the numbers are off I apologize. Although, it's impossible to know just how many people were killed, wounded, and displaced.

Wear a poppy.


Never again, lest we forget.

1914-1918

 

Lest We Forget.
(Good of you to start this thread every year.)

 

We remember.

 

On Remembrance Day in Canada and Veterans' Day in the States, thank you to all the veterans who have served, those who currently serve and all those who have given their lives in defense of our freedoms.

We will never forget.

 

To everyone who fought, and to everyone who died, so that we could be remain free to this day:
Thank you.

 

Thanks to those who have fallen.

 

I would wear a poppy but they are not allowed on site because of the sharp pin. They are afraid of a bunch of tough construction workers pricking themselves. I will always remember, I am a card carrying member of the Royal Canadian Legion and respect those who fought for us. May they rest in peace.

 

We remember those people who paid for our freedom with the ultimate sacrifice and for those who continue to let us enjoy freedom. We will never forget.

 

Do they still make the sticker kind? Article's from last year, but they mention making stickers for people who can't/shouldn't wear the pins:

CBC News - Canada - New sticker poppies are catching on

I really wish the idea of wearing poppies for Veterans'/Remembrance/Armistace Day would catch on in the US. I wear mine, but I've never seen anyone else do so.

 

Amen to that!

 

In camp they have a tim hortons that sells only the pin kind. They seem to sell alot of stuff you can't use. Most of us work in live gas plants but the store in camp only sells non fire ******ant work clothes.

 

For our tomorrow, they gave their today.

Nevar forget.

 

Respect the moment of silence and just remember that the worst day you've gone through in your life doesn't hold a candle to what these soldiers endured for us all.

 

5 more years and will be 100 years since the start of world war 1 and there less have 5 surviving veterans of that conflict (I think ) and i salute them and all who serve in the military and this poem is highly appropriate for this thread:

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.

 

We will never forget.

 

Respect to all who have given their lives to keep us safe.

 

YouTube - The Fureys - Green Fields of France - WW1 Memorial


Bit unusual but I thought this was significant.

 

Grimlock1972 was one step ahead of me posting 'In Flanders Fields' so I thought this small ditty appropriate:

"They shall grow not 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 will remember them."

Lest We Forget

A little something of my own below:

Those who serve, I salute your courage
Those who have fallen, I remember you with honour
Proud men and women all, the sentinals of my freedom
Stand tall ye warriors, healers and dreamers
This is your hour, your day and we shall never forget

(this has no tune or rhyme, I just sort of wrote it as I went)

 

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our 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 tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines that dropped 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,
Obscene as cancer, 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.

(Wilfred Owen)

Chuck