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11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month....

Discussion in 'The Pub' at netrider.net.au started by FUTURE, Nov 10, 2007.

  1. On 11 November 1918 at 11 am the guns of the Western Front fell silent after more than four years of continuous warfare. This year marks the 89th anniversary of the armistice. So whatever you think about war we should all tomorrow remember those from our country that gave so much during WWI.

    This has become even more relevant for my family. This year we discovered that my wife’s grandmother’s uncle was killed in WWI.

    Phillip Marich Passmore
    Rank Private
    Unit 19 Infantry Battalion (June 1915)

    He arrived at Anzac Cove on the 17th May 1915 and was killed on the 16th November 1915. He was killed at Popes Hill. He was 19.

    Phillip may be a long distant relative but when we researched into to him it really brought home the shame and brutally of war to use. What made it even worse is that we saw a copy of the letter his father had signed allowing him to enlist.

    Lest we Forget.

  2. paging Glen/Grobby/Doc - whoever you are today - this one is for you ;)

    edit- oh, RESPECT to the fallen :!:
    Lest We Forget :cool:
  3. If you don't make it to a memorial event tomorrow, just stop whatever you are doing at 11am, and observe a minutes silence,

    "They gave up their tomorrow
    So we can have our today"

    They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
    Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
    At the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them.

    Lest We Forget
  4. Good sentiments, folks, and applause to the various governments around Australia who have brought back to the consciousness of our children and children's children the facts and acts of our many soldiers.
  5. My friends call me Glen or Grobby, my mates call me Doc , but i dont mind if you call me "sir" :wink:


    They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
    Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
    At the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them.

  6. i can compromise, how about sergeant ? :twisted:
  7. firstly, lest we forget.

    secondly, my mates a member at the RSL, cheap drinks etc etc.....

    the look on his face when i signed up and am a full member, "Jealous Glenn? This bloke can be president one day), (cadets and serving family members).... gold.

    may sound weird but he's a big history buff and the RSL is the one palce we respect at all times.
  8. At the going down of the sun, and in the morning

    We will remember them.
  9. Some lowlife kids smashed up a memorial on Friday. There was no plan to have a service at Ebbw Vale, Ipswich, but that has changed - there will be one tomorrow. If you're in Ipswich, make the trip, support our troops, those who gave their lives, and those who serve us now.


    The memorial was placed there 89 years ago, by the families of soldiers who didn't return from WW1.[/img]
  10. [​IMG]

    My Great Grandfather was a Lighthorseman in Egypt in WWI. He survived and lived just short of his 98th birthday. There were five brothers in his family. All of them went to war. Two didn't make it home; one was killed during the Battle of the Somme, the other died in NZ (not sure how).

    On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, I will remember them.


    The Digger's Lament

    The Twentieth Century was younger than I,
    When the world first went to war,
    So, I hugged my Dad and kissed Ma goodbye,
    As the crowds wept on the shore.

    And I rode to battle on a valiant horse,
    Fought as part of the Imperial Force,
    But, in the end, tell me, who showed remorse,
    For the deaths of all the innocent?

    In the Second, my son had to go,
    Fight the war against Japan,
    And, just as happened to me, years before,
    He returned a change-ed man.

    For the 'A' bomb brought a last result,
    Struck the ground like God's lightning bolt,
    But who's to blame, tell me, who's at fault,
    For the deaths of all the innocent?

    Then my Grandson went off to fight,
    In a war that wasn't ours,
    A cold war, waged on foreign ground,
    Between the super powers.

    So they marched him off to Vietnam,
    To fight alongside old Uncle Sam,
    And in God's eyes, we'll all be damned,
    For the deaths of all the innocent.

    And mothers and fathers all over the lands,
    Send their children to fight wars they can't understand,
    But who'll justify it, who'll explain it to them,
    To the souls of all the innocent?

    Now, as I lay here, my life comes to pass,
    And my thoughts drift to battles long gone,
    I lament all the children, long marched off to fight,
    How brightly their spirits had shone.

    And lined up in graveyards in row upon row,
    The crosses, like Flanders Field poppies, still grow,
    Can anyone tell me, does anyone know,
    Of the pain of all the innocent?

    For throughout the ages, through blood, sweat and tears,
    We've battled on bravely and all through the years,
    We sing songs of world peace, but nobody hears,
    'Cept the ghosts of all the innocent.

    Written by myself, with sincerest dedication to the memory of all Australian Servicemen.