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Armistice Day At the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 the guns fell silent after 4 years of brutal world war. No one is left... Very few from the second round of the World at War... pretty few from Korea's conflict. Time is thinning the ranks from Vietnam's conflict. When we add into mix Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria Our leaders have not learned a thing about keeping the peace since the War to end all wars. Thanks to the heroic efforts of our servicemen we have remained the land of the free. The home of the brave has paid dearly in those 99 years thence. Let's take more than a moment to thank and remember them. |
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11/10/2017 6:18 pm |
Our media should have a big share of the blame when it comes to whipping up a public war frenzy.
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11/10/2017 6:19 pm |
The voices of peace get drowned out.
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11/10/2017 6:21 pm |
our arm chair leaders are profoundly offended so they send out another generation to die to protect the nation and national honor.
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11/10/2017 6:26 pm |
Our lamestream media runs a parade of "poor innocent victims" along with a tirade of grievous insults heaped upon our nation; All needing swift avengement.
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Politicians and high ranking military create wars just so they can try to get their names in the history books. I have tremendous respect for those military men and women who serve our countries at the whim of those in control.
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11/10/2017 8:33 pm |
Politicians and high ranking military create wars just so they can try to get their names in the history books. I have tremendous respect for those military men and women who serve our countries at the whim of those in control.
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My dad told me the horrors and stench of gruelling war he witnessed never wanted that we (my brothers) and me be in it ever.
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11/11/2017 10:56 am |
Not familiar with the tune but we have sacrificed more than enough because of media outrage.
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11/11/2017 11:00 am |
My dad told me the horrors and stench of gruelling war he witnessed never wanted that we (my brothers) and me be in it ever.
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11/11/2017 5:26 pm |
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.
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11/11/2017 10:02 pm |
I keep it as simple as I can.
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11/11/2017 10:06 pm |
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.
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Our involvement in the Middle East can be traced back to the greedy French & English division of the Ottoman Empire after WW 1. Yes the French occupation in which my dad any my mom was involved In living in Casablanca Morocco told me stories during the war time .
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Thanks for including the poem, it was written by a Canadian soldier physician who grew up about 20 miles from my house. Always brings a tear to my eye.
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11/12/2017 8:38 pm |
Our involvement in the Middle East can be traced back to the greedy French & English division of the Ottoman Empire after WW 1. Yes the French occupation in which my dad any my mom was involved In living in Casablanca Morocco told me stories during the war time .
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11/12/2017 8:39 pm |
Thanks for including the poem, it was written by a Canadian soldier physician who grew up about 20 miles from my house. Always brings a tear to my eye.
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