D Day 75 th Anniversary.

This week we are all saying thank you to all the soldiers who gave so much for us on the beaches of Normandy. Americans, English, French and Belgium troops. The D Day Remembrance Services.

Without Death, Bloodshed and Suffering

Without death, bloodshed and suffering wars are never won
And only hatred and grief survives when the fighting is done
And war heroes honoured in every war street parade
By war men the memories of war not allowed for to fade
The politicians the praises of the war dead do sing
Their politicising of war for sake of power not an honourable thing
For God, Flag and Country and National Pride
Far too many good young people in wars have died
one war leads to another war as the wise one did say
And millions for patriotism in wars with their lives do pay
For the sake of war the war men create us against they
And for the love of a flag the young and brave die in wars today
And on Remembrance Day the war men parade up and down
In a show of patriotism through the streets of the town.
Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan

Says.
(1946 – Present) ” I have been penning stuff since 1973 have written up to nine thousand individual pieces which can be seen on various online poetry sites, I was born and raised in Millstreet Co. Cork Ireland and I have been living in Victoria Australia for the past twenty three years “… Francis Duggan.

This modern poem is timeless it could refer to any war! It says a lot of things I agree with. The tears I have shed whilst watching the D Day 75 th year remembrance services are witness to the fact that no one wins in war. No one , no person, no country, no religion, no sect nothing and nobody wins,only the politicians and the arms makers ………….. They win hands down every time .

Politicians plot scheme and win, our young people in the armed forces are maimed and killed, sacrificed on the altar of their greed ( the politicians greed that is). Then the truth is sanitised and the politicians brush things over! We never learn, it has been this way since the beginning of mankind and I see no changes yet . willow.

Weekly Song Challenge, Round 15!

Time once again for Laura Venturini’s Weekly Song Challenge! Here, as always, are the rules:

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.

Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.

Tag two people to participate!

Post a video of a song that makes you think of the true meaning of Memorial Day.

Well we don’t have Memorial in the UK . We have Remembrance Sunday in November. But it is celebrated for the same reasons. Here is my first video. Keep the Home Fires Burning by Emma Stevens.

Post a video of a song that has the word war in title or lyrics.

I have chosen Warchild by the Cranberries.

Post a video of a song that is part of a movie soundtrack that had something to do with war. Oxygen by Jean Michel Jarre.From the film Gallipoli.

I nominate

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 11/11/18

Today’s Helen Vahdati has given us the promo Soul for Song Lyric Sunday.

Today is Remembrance Sunday. I like so many others have written about remembering and honouring the dead of war.

Children are our souls, our future so today I have chosen War Child from the Cranberries.

The words say it all so please read them. The video is painful to watch but it’s all true.

“War Child”

Who will save the war child baby?

Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid,
Fine by me.

At times of war we’re all the losers,
There’s no victory.
We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
Fine by me.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, “I fought in Vietnam.”

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark with pride.
A two inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

War child, victim of political pride.
Plant the seed, territorial greed.
Mind the war child,
We should mind the war child.

Who’s the loser now? Who’s the loser now?
We’re all the losers now. We’re all the losers now.

War child. [

Lest we forget

Today is 11/ 11/17 and as with every year I remember those who gave their lives for us to be free. Originally it was for the 1st and 2nd world wars. The war to end all wars (1914 – 1918) a miss noma if ever there was one. Since 1945 I don’t think any part of the world has ever been war free. So many conflicts so many deaths.

As I sit here today on my sun lounger I raise my Mia Tia to all those good souls who made it possible for me to be here.

I shall never forget them . There are people here from many countries and we are all getting on… Maybe the world needs a holiday. 

God keep the souls of all those killed in conflicts, serving or civilian. 

Soldiers Fade Away

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We sent them off to war,

these bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were  bright young men  no more .

 

Yes they were brave and they were whole

Those that survived had all lost their soul.

Many died, they were the lucky ones , death to them was kind.

Those who returned were faded in body and mind.

 

Their loved ones at first relieved

Soon found they had much cause to grieve.

Though there in body broken, they were not home in their mind

Whether whole in body or not they had left their minds behind.

 

They went out whole, these bright young things

Taplow Court

Taplow Court

They went full of pride for God and Kings

They ran head long into hell

Yet on return they could not relinquish it’s  bad spell.

 

So we had a nation of half men ghosts

Whimpering fearful their heads still have them at their posts.

The trenches and the blasts of bombs, the smell of death

Clung to them and bled them dry, the whole in body, the blind, the amputee it was as if the battle, they never left

 

We sent them off to war,

These bright young men

We had no knowledge of what they saw,

They were bright young men no more.

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September. 11. 2001

We shall not  forget .

September 11, 2001

If We Were Having Coffee; Day 9 Nano Poblano

Hello  and welcome  again to Sunday  morning  If we were having coffee!  This week  and all through November we will as always  be  joining  forces with Paul  and his gang but for me it will also  part of  Nano Poblano ! This  will not effect any  of  you no one will need any  special injections  or travel sickness pills , Trust  me I am not a doctor.  Also on the “do not worry” front  the strange looking  guy in the Black Cowl has finally  left . Yesterday  morning  he picked up  his Scythe and walked. No thank you or by  your leave … not  a word! I have just managed to clean up the carpet, but it maybe still a little wet.

So come on in,I must apologize  for being so late! We have the coffee and the cakes  ready and set out  and  the fire is lit! The sofas and armchairs  have their cushions all plumped up! So go on spoil yourselves we have stocked up on hot chocolate now and brought in some good books for you to read too and as a special winter  treat  we have some liqueurs ! I can hear Paul has all his guests,  who also  have moved in here now,  so lets mingle and  see, what have you been up to this week?

If we were having coffee : I would ask you what have you been up to this week. Have you been well, have you done anything out of the ordinary? Now  before  we go any  further is there a particular drink  you would  like, lets have some cake too. The  magic about things  here is that  all food is calorie free, all drinks  too no matter how much cream or sugar  you may  fancy . No matter  the size of cake  you might wish to eat  or  what ever liquor you might  decided to lace  your  coffee, tea  or chocolate  with it will never affect your  health or  your waistline! This is a healthy zone.

I mean just  look at this one  and this is just one of  many!

If we were having coffee : I tell you  how I have been beavering away  at Nano Poblano. I have joined  Mark  Bialczak’s  Team Pepper, check Marks  blog out here.  I have  found this  quite challenging  but very rewarding  and I have met lots of  lovely  new bloggers which is reward enough. So a big  hand  for Mark  and Team Pepper!

If we were having coffee : I would say I have not been on top of  my game  this  week I had to have a small op which  was not a very  nice way to spend an afternoon. Luckily I did not have any anaesthetic and so I was able to go home afterwards … no so lucky  in that it was not  a little harrowing  but happily soon over.  I shall know the results  soon  but  hopefully  all is well  and  that will be that. I was in an NHS hospital and it was a very different  experience  to the hospital that Hubby had to visit last week. I have to say though  what my visit lacked in surroundings, comfy chairs , free tea and coffee was made up  the pleasant  and caring staff. There are pros  and cons to both. Hubby could not park as the car park was full and unlike the Private hospital where the parking was free it was very expensive. Luckily  Hubby knows the area well so he cruised around until he found an offsite  parking space after dropping me off.

If we were having coffee : I would  say that this week has the build up to Remembrance Sunday and there have been people selling poppies to raise funds for the Royal British Legion. The Royal   British Legion  help soldiers injured in service  and families of those have died in wars to cope emotionally  and in anyway way they  may need help, ie, giving  them monetary help and any support they might need. If the soldiers come home maimed  or have lost a limb  they help the to adapt or find  new homes among other things.They  work very hard as there is never enough government  money around  and they will often go cap in hand to Charities.

Tomorrow is  the Remembrance Day Parade  at the Cenotaph  in London  to find out  more  read here . My hubby goes up to London  every Remembrance  Sunday to help marshal  the older and disabled  service men and women. It is a very long day  for some of the older people and  they do need some shepherding!  It is also a long day for Hubby!  Hello  it is now 6.30am  Sunday  morning and still I have not  got this coffee morning  sorted,  my apologies! The  hubby  has  been gone an hour  and I have  my fingers crossed the weather will stay fine  and all will be well and safe.

If we were having Coffee : I’d  say  Paul is that piece of cake  big  enough I am certainly  going to have some! Would  anyone else like some there is plenty here for all. I am going to get a coffee would  anyone else like one?? I am trying to think if  I have any amusing  stories to tell you this week  but I have not really  it just seems to have been a hum drum week  with some  heavy  personal things going on… No I think I need to explain that if I can.  We, mainly  the husband,  have been helping  some disabled  acquaintances who have had some bad luck of late  and we have found  that  some of the channels  to use to get them this financial  help are  very hard to navigate. Plus  we have been busy  we our own lives.

If we were having Coffee :  I would tell you that I am very jealous of the hubby  because on Thursday he was over a the Newbie’s house doing a job  for the little family  that required an empty  house. I was unable to go as I was feeling not so good from the little op the day before  and while  he was there the  Newbie and his Mum  dropped in. ( our  son was  way abroad on business, home now, and Newbie  and Mum were staying  with the other grandparents) . So hubby  got to see Newbie!!  He did bring me home some photos. So that at least was a consolation! It is amazing  he  seems to grow every time  we see him, I get so exited even over a photo!

If we were having Coffee : I would say I make no apologies  for the  two Remembrance videos. I will say I am including soldiers  from  ALL Nation’s FROM PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE when I say THANK YOU. 

If we were having Coffee :  After one minutes silence, we really  must never forget, and we should be grateful for what member’s of our different  country’s military services  have done for us. Let’s pray that one day  not too far away  we can celebrate  the day all wars stopped and we have Peace.

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/ 

 

The Bloody Tower.

 

Pouring out of Poppies

Pouring out of Poppies

On realizing my eyes opened wide

Each poppy was a soldier that had died.

I was so  shocked to see

The pouring out of red running into a sea.

 

On Monday  we went to London Town

To see the poppies swirling  the Tower round  and round.

I was shocked  through to the core.

To witness  the  number of  those who were no more.

 

poppies galore

poppies galore

Rows and rows  growing into a river

Tumbling  from the window pouring on forever.

Each one was a mother’s son, a  husband or a brother

Such sacrifice displayed for all to see , cousin, uncle even lover.

 

I humbly prayed for God  bless them all

Each soul represented  by a red poppy growing tall.

Such a sacrifice for  what gain

“They”  said  a war like that  would not come again.

 

Sadly  now we know the great “They” lied.

For  along came world war 2  and more people died.

War goes on and never stops, no matter how we try

It will always raise it’s ugly  head and more men and women will die.

 

SoCs, Lest We Forget.

 

Giant Rememberence  Poppy

Giant Rememberence Poppy

Lest we forget? a war  to end all wars

Yet everywhere  you look there  are more  and more!

We preach  peace, we say no more

Still somewhere, on every  continent,  someone is at war!

Neighbour  against neighbour  brothers and sisters  too

Always it is  the innocents  who do the  suffering.  What are we to do?

 

They are erecting giant Poppies to commemorate the start of  the first world war.

It started  in a foreign land, a duke  was shot  the result we know and  more.

The first world war started in 1914  on the 28th of July

Sadly looking round the  world , we have learned  nothing . Can you tell me why?

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This  is my  entry  for  this  week  for  SoCs on Lindaghill .

 

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people will come and read your post! The way to ping back, is to just copy and paste the URL of my post somewhere on your post. Then your URL will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. For example, in your post you can copy and paste the following: This post is part of SoCS:  http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/  The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

11/11/ Every Year : We Must Not Forget.

Today was a special day a date carved in my mind.

Today it is time for us to remember the soldiers who died for all mankind.

Walking up to town today my poppy on show

just a little reminder, my reverence to show.

The high street was busy full of people to and fro

and traffic rushing through as motorists on their journeys go.

Today it will be different, today is not the norm, though busy roads and people about their business go.

Outside the Town Hall and in the Market Place

groups of people gather some smile and wave the older men embrace.

Now the clock hands approach the eleventh hour

and through our town surges gratefulness you can feel it’s power.

For every shopper stops and stands and every coffee shop and bar is silent now because the clock bell tolls the hour.

The tills in the supermarkets and every shop are silent and with stationary shoppers filled

and even the mighty traffic is in it journey is stilled.

In silence I stood and watched this strangest but most merited tribute

and as ever I shed a tear as the old men took a salute.

Two minutes and it was over all trace of silence gone,

the shops are once more busy the stilled traffic now moves on.

I meet my friend and as in to Costa we go

I say a silent thank you to all those brave men and women who I do not know.

They fought , some gave their lives for me so I could be free, in Flanders , Turbrook and Tripoli,

on the Somme , Leningrad, Pearl Harbour and Helmand Province,

Iraq and Iran and many, many other places defended by a brave woman or a man.

I make no apology I will be politically in-correct for so many have offered up their lives and my life they still effect!

They fought against what ever foe that threatened our freedom to take and they often had to give the biggest sacrifice anyone  has to make.

I shall not forget them and neither should you

for without them you would not be free to do most of the things you do!

So on this 11th day at the 11th hour of this 11th month I stood  with many others to salute our soldiers, sailors and our airmen and many, many others. For they have given their all for us my sisters and my brothers.We owe them a THANK YOU.

THANK YOU

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