Wear a Red Poppy with pride.
November 9th 2008 22:05
Todays group: Wear a Red Poppy with pride.
Group description:
A group for us who always have, and always will, wear a RED Poppy with both pride and humility, in remembrance of every single seviceman, or woman, who has given their life serving their country.
Why do you still march Old Man, with medals on your chest?
Why do you still grieve Old Man,for those friends you laid to rest?
Why do your eyes still gleam Old Man, when you hear the bugles blow?
Tell me, why do you cry old man for those days so long ago?
I'll tell you why I march young man,with medals on my chest.
I'll tell you why I grieve young man, for those I laid to rest.
Through misty fields of gossamer silk come visions of distant times,
When boys of tender age marched forth to distant climes.
On sun-scorched hill, in jungle green, in barren desert sand,
they fought with rifle, blade, and gun,
they battled hand to hand.
They stood in mud and freezing snow, they stood in water deep,
they lived on fear and courage, they had no time for sleep.
with brothers sons and lifelong friends,they stood against their foe,
in birds of steel above the clouds,In water, deep below.
On blood soaked grass, and muddy field, their bodies lie together,
their shattered bones, and tattered flesh, lie strewn on stone and heather.
We buried them in a blanket shroud, their young flesh scorched and blackened,
A shallow grave, newly gouged in bloodstained gorse and bracken.
And you ask me why I march young man ?
I march to remind you all
THAT FOR NOT THE COURAGE SHOWN BY THEM<
YOU'D HAVE NO FREEDOM AT ALL.
LEST WE FORGET.
Click Here to see the group (if you are a member of facebook of course)
[COLOR=Green]My thoughts: The title says it all. If it wasnt for all those who sacraficed for us, Australia wouldnt be the place it is today. So thank you.
Group description:
A group for us who always have, and always will, wear a RED Poppy with both pride and humility, in remembrance of every single seviceman, or woman, who has given their life serving their country.
Why do you still march Old Man, with medals on your chest?
Why do you still grieve Old Man,for those friends you laid to rest?
Why do your eyes still gleam Old Man, when you hear the bugles blow?
Tell me, why do you cry old man for those days so long ago?
I'll tell you why I march young man,with medals on my chest.
I'll tell you why I grieve young man, for those I laid to rest.
Through misty fields of gossamer silk come visions of distant times,
When boys of tender age marched forth to distant climes.
On sun-scorched hill, in jungle green, in barren desert sand,
they fought with rifle, blade, and gun,
they battled hand to hand.
They stood in mud and freezing snow, they stood in water deep,
they lived on fear and courage, they had no time for sleep.
with brothers sons and lifelong friends,they stood against their foe,
in birds of steel above the clouds,In water, deep below.
On blood soaked grass, and muddy field, their bodies lie together,
their shattered bones, and tattered flesh, lie strewn on stone and heather.
We buried them in a blanket shroud, their young flesh scorched and blackened,
A shallow grave, newly gouged in bloodstained gorse and bracken.
And you ask me why I march young man ?
I march to remind you all
THAT FOR NOT THE COURAGE SHOWN BY THEM<
YOU'D HAVE NO FREEDOM AT ALL.
LEST WE FORGET.
Click Here to see the group (if you are a member of facebook of course)
[COLOR=Green]My thoughts: The title says it all. If it wasnt for all those who sacraficed for us, Australia wouldnt be the place it is today. So thank you.
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