General / Off-Topic WE WILL REMEMBER THEM

So today is the 11th day of the 11th month and in Britain this is one of the most important days of the year. We call it armistice day and every year on this day we celebrate and commemorate those who have and still do serve in our armed forces and those who have died in that service.

So I would like to extend my thanks to those in the British armed services who have sacrificed so much so I can play a computer game, just as importantly I would like to extend that thank you to everyone around the world who serves their country so others like myself have far fewer things to worry about and can loaf around a bit.
 
In the US we split them up into Veterans day (today) and Memorial Day. Veterans Day celebrates those who risked their lives for their country, while Memorial Day honors those who lost their lives in war. (Originally just WW|| but now covering all who lost their lives in battle, iinm)

Remember them, thank them if you get the chance, and above all try not to let our governments create any more of war veterans and fallen soldiers.
 
US Air Force here.

Thanks to all that served or are serving.

All gave some
Some gave all.

You will not be forgotten.
 
It's so amazing to find that young people think this way and say these things. I say 'amazing' because as you get older you can easily fall into the trap of thinking you are the last of the generation who care about these heavy matters. But when you read such comments, you are reminded that we all may have something to say worth taking notice of, no matter our age. And many of those we are remembering today, were as young as some of you when they died. So don't let anyone tell you that your opinion doesn't matter because you are young.
 

Sir.Tj

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We must really never forget the sacrifices made by the armed forces make then and now.

I wear my poppy with pride every year to show my respect.
 
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DULCE ET DECORUM EST

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, outstripped 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
Thought to have been written between 8 October 1917 and March, 1918
 
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