I like it because I always get the day off on my birthday, so thanks people who died Log in to see images! Skyman747 edited this message on 11/11/2009 12:35PM

Muhammad I m hard Bruce Lee Posted:

This must be a first for Forumwarz. A thread with a conscious. Good for you Afterthotz.

I fully agree with this sentiment.

MC Banhammer Posted:

Posting in case— No, I can’t do it.

I can.

Posting for peen.

Fie Posted:

I can.

Posting for peen.

Goddamnit, man.

First good thread on FWZ, upvoted, a salute to hero’s!

Until very recently I used to teach at a grade school, and I was always in charge of organising the Remembrance Day ceremony… ‘One Tin Soldier’ sung by the Grade 5 chorus was always a staple. Never a dry eye in the house.

Upped the D’aww factor, just ‘cause.

Listen, children, to a story

That was written long ago,

‘Bout a kingdom on a mountain

And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure

Buried deep beneath the stone,

And the valley-people swore

They’d have it for their very own.

So the people of the valley

Sent a message up the hill,

Asking for the buried treasure,

Tons of gold for which they’d kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,

“With our brothers we will share

All the secrets of our mountain,

All the riches buried there.”

Now the valley cried with anger,

“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”

And they killed the mountain-people,

So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,

On the mountain, dark and red.

Turned the stone and looked beneath it…

“Peace on Earth” was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won’t be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after….

One tin soldier rides away.

Lot’s of my grand relatives died in a WWII. My grand-grand dad was a guerrilla fighter. The other grand-dad nearly died and this experience affected him for the whole life. And some of my best friends died too or got permanent mental disorders in modern military incidents. One of them, really great guy and a good friend, served in Angola and Bosnia as a sniper. When he got back, he was totally unable to communicate. When we tried to comfort him, he went screaming and talking about exploding heads in optic visor he keeps seeing every day in his nightmares. He spent year or so all alone, and when he couldn’t deal with it anymore, he volunteered to Chechnya. He was killed after a week or so.

War is a terrible thing and has nothing to do festive celebrations, parades and fireworks or solemn threads. Please, don’t talk about war. Remember those who died, never enlist in military and vote the most pacifist politics you can. That’s pretty much all you can do for those, who died.

TUBSWEETIE Posted:

not talking about it is a very unwise thing imo. not glorifying is maybe a more appropriate thing to say. neglecting the past will lead to repeating history in the future.

a thousand times, this.

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.