This is John Williams’ “Hymn to the Fallen” with an accompanying video of World War I and II cemeteries.
And for as long as I breathe air,
You shall be bright, and good, and fair….
…so that others might live.
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Moving. Thanks, Ex. And a good place for this.
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
Made it thru 2 public and 3 private services thus far this weekend without losing my composure too badly.
Did not make it thru this one. Got real polleny/dusty in here. Thanks for the post Ex. I guess I did need to wash the inside of my eyelids.
Hey Crapadick, here’s true sacrifice. This is a representation of the Men and Women who gave all to give you the freedom to do disrespectful stupid s#!%.
Men of Honor…
Two Steps From Hell.
I’m definitely no hero, but I served in the company of many….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ranJwvW3b-Q&ab_channel=ExtendedEpicMusic
Not only did I like it, but my little cat sat on the back of my desk chair and listened from start to finish.
I found this today and am hoping this is a good place to put it. The poem probably represents the feelings and longings of many who served on the sea. Those days are long gone for me; I’ve been retired longer than I served, but still remember the ‘good old days’ and some which weren’t so good. Blessing to my fellow Sailors and to all veterans of all services.
” Old Sailors Poem ”
OLD SAILORS SIT AND CHEW THE FAT
IN POORLY LITE BARS SITTING IN THE BACK
THE LIVES THEY LIVED AS THOSE DAYS DON’T LAST
AND ALL THE GOOD TIMES REMEMBERED FROM THE PAST
WITH THOUGHTS OF BELL BOTTOM BLUES
AND THOSE LITTLE WHITE HATS
AS THEY SINGLE UP LINES
BOTH FORE AND AFT
THEY RECALL LONG WATCHES LATE AT NIGHT
WHILE THE STARS AND MOON
WHICH SHINED DOWN SO BRIGHT
FAR OUT AT SEA,
IN THAT SUMMER BREEZE
THE THOUGHTS THEY HAD
WHEN THEIR LIVES WERE FREE
THEY KNEW SO WELL
THEIR HEARTS WOULD SWELL
WHEN OLD GLORY FLUTTERED HARD
DURING THAT STORMY GALE
HOW THE SALT SPRAY WOULD STING
WHILE THE LOOKOUT DID STAY,
ON THE STARBORAD BRIDGEWING
BOTH NIGHT AND DAY
THEY TALKED OF THE CHOW
THE NIGHT BAKER WOULD MAKE
FOR GUYS ON MID WATCH NOT GIVEN A BREAK
AND THE SHRILL OF THE BOS UN’S PIPE,
THROUGHOUT THE LONG DAY
CALLING FOR THE MUSTER AND MEALS
AND THE END OF A DAY
THEY REMEMBER THEIR SHIPMATES
WITH THE STORIES THEY TOLD
OF SAILORS THAT WERE CRAZY OR BOLD,
AND THE FRIENDSHIPS THAT WOULD HOLD,
THEY SPEAK OF THE NIGHTS
ON A FOREIGN SHORE.
IN PIG ALLEY AND THE GUT
PLACES THEY REFUSED TO IGNORE
OF THE BEER AND WHISKEY
THE WOMAN THEY’VE SEEN
TELLING JOKES AND SEA STORIES
LATE AT NIGHT WHEN AT SEA
THEIR SAILING DAYS ARE GONE
WHILE THEY SIT AND THINK BACK
NEVER AGAIN WILL THEY CROSS,
THAT BROW OR QUARTERDECK
BUT THEY HAVE NO REGRETS,
BECAUSE IT ISN’T QUITE OVER
AS SUNLIGHT FADES IN EARLY OCTOBER
AS THEIR NUMBERS GROW LESS
WITH EACH PASSING DAY
AS THE FINAL MUSTER BEGINS,
THERE’S NOTHING MORE TO SAY,
ALL HAVE PAID THEIR DUES,
AND THEY’LL SAIL AGAIN SOON
AS I’VE HEARD THEM SAY
WHILE PACKING THEIR SEABAGS
JUST THE NIGHT BEFORE
THEY GET UNDERWAY
THEY’LL SAY IT WITH A GRIN
THAT THEIR SHIP HAS COME IN
AND THE GOOD LORD NEEDS A CREW
OF A FEW SEASONED WELL HARDENED MEN
And that moron, Emmanuele Macron, president of France, said that the EU should strengthen their military, to fend off Russia, China, and the United States? Fuck him, sideways, with a frozen pineapple, fronds first, after it’s coated in napalm, rolled in white phosphorus and ignited at insertion.