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TWO MINUTES SILENCE

LEST WE FORGET

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Lest We ForgetHave we forgotten their ultimate  sacrifice?Of these men and women who died in their  millions?Brave and true, without question,proud to be British,  not ashamed to be Christian.So many years have past,it  seems our memory doesn’t last.Forgetting these courageous people to our  shame.

Why can’t we remember their names?

How short is our  memory?

That we have forgotten them already.

Died in their  millions fighting for our freedom,

believing in our free democratic  ideology.

What does it take to wake up this country,

to  rise once again from its complacency?

How much more do we take, before we  decide to fight,

for our beliefs, our traditions and our  liberty?

by Simon Icke, Buckinghamshire.  UK.

SOLDIER CHORISTER – Promote Yourself

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Soldier choristers armoured in their song
No need for clumsy swords and shields had they
For harmonies, so binding and so strong
Had woven strong protection from affray
With sacred sound they faced the army ranks
Who felt with fear the voices pierce their hearts
The singers knelt to join their palms in thanks
And closed their eyes to hear the weeping start

No blood was lost the day the choristers won
As battlefield turned ocean from tears shed
For enmity and fear had fled and gone
A blessed new alliance in their stead
Sweet melody of oneness buried deep
Return to re awake us from fear’s sleep

Harula Ladd

Bugle to the brave

On village greens in each county

Buglers would give out the call

To labourers scything the harvest

And masons repairing the walls

The drummers would beat out a rhythm

That few of the crowd could resist

Recruiters would badger the shy ones

Until  not a soul had been missed

They signed on their pieces of paper

Encouraged by girlfriends and wives

Not one of them once ever wondered

The effect it would have on their lives

Proudly they marched with the bandsmen

Eyes on the lead Union Jack

Smiling and waving to loved ones

How many of them would be back?

The training was hard and demanding

Their humour would carry them through

Then finally off to the harbour

And places that none of them knew

Still filled with the hope of a victory

They marched with swagger and sway

The noise and the horror of battle

Would greet them the very next day

They spent just a day in the trenches

Bombarded by bullet and shell

How cruel the realisation 

How real to be in this hell

At dawn came the now dreaded order

“Over the top lads you go”

Some of them came back to trenches

But how- they would never know

The dead the dying and injured

Lay in a wallow of mud

Infected by lice and diseases

Surviving however they could

Just when they thought it was over

New shells were filling the air

Mustard gas filled all the trenches

And stripped off their skin and their hair

The screams of the Tommie’s were dreadful

They suffered throughout the long night

Crying aloud for attention

For some it had taken their sight

Now we must never forget them

Those brave men who answered the call

To fight for their King and for Country

Hero’s defined- one and all

By Don Holmes

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