Thread: Veteran's Day 2019, A Thank You

Just wanted to make a place where we could thank or honor anyone who has served. Please feel free to add anyone you wish to thank or honor to this thread.

My Dad, Frank M. Miller, 458th Parachute Field Artillery, 13th Airborne, WWII. Dad enlisted Dec. 9th 1941, 2 days after the Pearl Harbor attack. I still wear his wings on a chain every day. Miss you Dad.

Thank you to all the men and women that have served and are now serving in the military. Thank you also to their families who sacrifice by months of separation from those that serve.

I've posted before about how I like what Canada does on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month and that's to stop for 2 minutes of silence to honor those who had served.

Several years ago a singer songwriter was in a store in Nova Scotia when the announcement of the two minutes of silence were to begin. He witnissed a man with a young child berate a clerk who refused to ring his purchase up so he wrote this song and made the video.

I do hope all can view it and will enjoy it:

God bless all those past, present and future who have and who will soon serve.

I say future because we have family in Ohio that has an 18 year old son that is in U.S.M.C. basic training, Parris Island as we speak. He is doing well and due to graduate in early January.

Pete <:-}

Unfortunately we had to bring them home too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3IutxvltBM

Bob

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Robert Laurence Binyon

Highlighted is what is read out before "the last post" bugle call is played marking the start of the 2 minutes silence.

Originally Posted by markbignosekelly

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.

Robert Laurence Binyon

Highlighted is what is read out before "the last post" bugle call is played marking the start of the 2 minutes silence.

Never knew the whole poem but that verse is now forever etched in my mind after so many Remembrance Day services. Thanks for posting that.

Bob

I took my daughter to my local church on Sunday, that very poignant part of the poem is always read by a someone whom either served or grew up in the war except the last verse which is read by one of the children.
After my daughter drew and made poppies, it was nice hearing that she is learning about Remembrance Day at school.

I posted this video about these very talented young ladies before.

While the performance is wonderful I still like the end the best:

Ric - A - Dam - Doo

Bob

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ozsOV7s7fM