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цензуре!
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Okay this is not pottery , probably poetry
![]() i'll share this with you today Talks about D-Day ( obbiously ) D-Day "Grab yourself a chair and Sit down could you Gonna hear some news of military nature Relax, while I give you the latest report Sport? And then, there was the finest sight With all our boys were fixed to fight On D-day, D-day, D-day, D-day We hope they’ll soon be coming back For now they're on a solid track. Says D-day, D-day, D-day, D-day It will take more than a weekend, So let's be patient and calm Cut out that public speaking, Or we'll be evicted by the false alarm. We've got to help with aiming to survive those bars and I do mean YOU in D-day, D-day, D-day, D-day" Actually you can hear the song by clicking this link: more info on that recording: http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/...scriptions.htm Last edited by vdomini; 06-10-2011 at 09:59 AM. |
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цензуре!
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цензуре!
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When hostilities commenced in europe in 1939 , it was realised the american people had no intention of entering the war but they believed that this country could be enticed into the war in very much the same way that it was enticed into the last one. They planned, first to prepare the united states for foreign war under the 'guise of american defence. second to involve us in the war step by step without our realisation. third to create a series of incidents which would force us into the actual conflict,these plans were of course to be covered and assisted by the full power of their propaganda, our theatres soon became filled with plays portraying the glory of war,newsreels lost all simbilance of objectivity as they have used the war to justify the restriction of congressional power and the acception of dictatorial procedures on the part of the president and his appointees, a fear campaign was inorgerated we cannot allow the natural passions and predjudices of other peoples to led all of us to slaughter
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цензуре!
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not my words black its a quote from Charles Lindbergh 11th Sept 1941
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Not a poem about aviation.....this is from the First world war.......
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned, both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake, and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets the trenches there, And stretched forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! an angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one. Lt Wilfred Owen (Killed 4 Nov 1918 ) . |
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One of my favourite war poems.........
"Before Action" By all the glories of the day And the cool evening's benison By that last sunset touch that lay Upon the hills when day was done, By beauty lavishly outpoured And blessings carelessly received, By all the days that I have lived Make me a soldier, Lord. By all of all man's hopes and fears And all the wonders poets sing, The laughter of unclouded years, And every sad and lovely thing; By the romantic ages stored With high endeavour that was his, By all his mad catastrophes Make me a man, O Lord. I, that on my familiar hill Saw with uncomprehending eyes A hundred of thy sunsets spill Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, Ere the sun swings his noonday sword Must say good-bye to all of this; - By all delights that I shall miss, Help me to die, O Lord. Lt William Noel Hodgson MC W.N.Hodgson was the first son of Rt Rev Henry Hodgson 1st Bishop of Ipswich. Educated at Christ Church college Oxford, he was a brillant scholar and fine athlete. Known and admired as "Smiler" to his men, he wrote this poem shortly before going over the top on the 1st July 1916. He was killed along with many of his men within yards of the trench they stepped out of. Collected after the battle, Lt Hodgson and his men were buried in the shattered remains of the trench. They lay there to this day. The location today takes its name "Devonshire Cemetery after the 8th & 9th battalion of the Devonshire Regiment they belonged too. The entrance is marked with a stone tablet marked :- "The Devonshire's held this trench, The Devonshire's hold it still." . |
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