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Thoughts on remembrance?

That's a cool video for the different uniforms and rifles it shows. Cold war is best.
Was that a bren gun?
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.
>muh poppies

I saw
Bren Gun
Anyone know what that middle one is? Kind of looked like a sub gun but I couldn't tell.
A sterling maybe?

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them, no prayers, no bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs.
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells,
And bugles calling for them from sad shires...
dude opium lmao
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>muh poppies


Because much of the British (and commonwealth) involvement in WW1 was the western front, across France and Belgium, where the red poppy (Papaver Rhoeas, not opium poppies - Papaver somniferum) was a common species. It is also fast-growing, and became the first plant to spring up on graves of fallen soldiers - often the only flowering thing in the hellish seas of mud that were the WW1 trenches.

As a result, it was written about in 1915 by a Canadian soldier in the poem "in flanders field" ( >>39673183 ), which reached popular public consciousness. In the closing year of the war, an American professor, Moina Michael, who had been moved by he poem began making them as a badge in support of the troops -both those still fighting and those lost, and the poppy was chosen as a symbol of remembrance for war veterans in 1921.
I'm legitimately surprised they chose a white man to represent a British soldier from the Great War.
I, that on my familiar hill
Saw with uncomprehending eyes
A hundred of thy sunsets spill
Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,
Ere the sun swings his noonday sword
Must say good-bye to all of this; -
By all delights that I shall miss,
Help me to die, O Lord.
That's a well done video.
>only ww1 thread
>just 15 replies
/k/ is dead
Actually kill yourself.
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 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,
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.
Damn gas was a shitty move
me too. Thought they'd love to use this as a chance to rub our fucking noses in it
I am a Yank and I were a red poppy every year for remembrance/veterans day. I am not sure why we stopped wearing them. Also I am disappointed at how know understands the significance of the date. November 11th 1918 was the date world war 1 ended. Can you guy believe how much we fucked up in a 100 years?
Yeah, was a hell of a thing. Haunted my great grandfather till the end. Lived to be 96 think, and near the end when he was in hospital, they tried giving him oxygen, just to make him more comfortable, and (according to my grandmother) he took the nurses's hand, and very calmly said "Take this mask off me little girl, I'm back in the trenches.
time moves on, man. in 20-30 years there wont be any WW2 vets left either.
The advert you're referring to was a complete fuckup where the agency got sacked.

The rest of the British military ads are pretty kino: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gF1F0urb8-w
It’s just the effects of time. How many people do you see remembering the Peloponnesian War, or the Roman sack of Carthage, or the Battle of Agincourt, or Vienna 1683, or hell even the 30 Years War outside of obscure classroom references? Soon enough even WW2 and the Cold War will fare the same fate, what were once some of the biggest events of billions of lives confined to history. All I can say is that if you value such history, don’t skip out on meeting with some WW2 and Korea/Vietnam vets if you can, they won’t be around for much longer.

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