Alex Cornish - Brothers In Arms
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- Опубликовано: 27 июн 2016
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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We are fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Photographs from the Battle of the Somme
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Very poignant song and slideshow - thank you Mary.
''The Battle of the Somme would end up being the front’s largest and it
lasted from July 1 to November 18, 1916. It was fought around the upper
reaches of the River Somme. As well as British and French troops,
soldiers from Canada, New Zealand, Australia and South Africa took
part. ''
Snow, on the pen of the lady who writes such touching words. Impressed Thank you!
mom
Hoora, thank you. L/Cpl USMC NAM, class of 67
Bonsoir
Merci pour votre vidéos bonne soirée
Sergio
il est temps de se rappeler
Bonsoir Sergio
Beautiful and impressive video! Thank you for sharing.
The photos speak for themselves and show the true horror and 'pity of War''
OMG !!! Thanks dear xxx
''Among those who fought on the Somme was 13-year-old Sidney Lewis from
Tooting, south London, who had lied about his age to join up and served
in the battle in the Machine Gun Corps. ''
*****
How very brave of him but also so sad ...so young and at war .....
One telegram sent to Sidney's mother
Fanny from the officer in charge of records at the Machine Gun Corps on
24 August 1916 read: 'Madam, your application on behalf of your son, and
birth certificate, have been forwarded here by the War Office.'I have to inform you that action has been taken and the lad will be discharged with all possible speed.'
Love it.
Great emotional song and just right with the remembrance of the Somme at he moment ;-) Trevor
i feel the same way, thank you for being here
No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.
Lieutenant Wilfred Owen, in a letter to his mother, January 1917
I really like this cover sung with great feeling .
''This summer the Royal British Legion is producing limited edition poppy
pins made from British shells fired during the battle and red paint
which contains earth from the Somme itself. The anniversary will be
marked by special vigils across the nation.''
Thank you for sharing this with us.
I hope you don't mind me posting my poem here as well.
You Are My Brother
by Pat Alaggio
March 21, 2015
When I see your accomplishments I am proud of you
When I see your disgraceful actions I feel ashamed
I care not what color you are or where you live
because I KNOW that you are my brother
So why do we let them say we are not brothers
That to kill you is my duty and my life is yours to take
How is it we let them turn our love into hate
and when did we forget that we were brothers
I love the way you care for your children
I love the way you smile at your daughter’s wedding
I cry when I see you bury your sons during wartime
and I mourn alongside of you at their funerals
We are all fighting the wrong enemy
and in doing so we have misplaced our supreme gifts
When we let bullets fly our voices no longer rejoice
and our music is silenced by the sound of bombs
So let me say this to you my brothers and sisters
My children are not your enemies, nor am I
We are all fighting the wrong enemy
sit and let us speak, so I can show you who they are...
Revisited April 29, 2015
They are the corporations who put wealth ahead of our survival
they are the politicians who put corporations ahead of the people
they are the judges who sell themselves like common whores
and they are the extreme rich who know no end to greed or power
Let me help you pick up those mines that my country left behind
Let me help you clear the depleted uranium from your battlefields
Let me help you rebuild your ancient civilization that we destroyed
then tell me my brother, who is it we should fight?
No longer will we tolerate the death of our children
whether it be from “friendly fire” or profitable intent
No longer will we listen to babble and call it wisdom
and no longer will we believe our traitors and chiefs
We can go after the liars, psychopaths and profiteers who lead us
TOGETHER we can unite to reverse the damage that has been done
Together we will build a better future for our children’s children
and one day we will rejoin our voices in laughter and songs of love
Good video! Nice job 😊
The Sentry - Poem by Wilfred Owen
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,
And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell
Hammered on top, but never quite burst through.
Rain, guttering down in waterfalls of slime
Kept slush waist high, that rising hour by hour,
Choked up the steps too thick with clay to climb.
What murk of air remained stank old, and sour
With fumes of whizz-bangs, and the smell of men
Who'd lived there years, and left their curse in the den,
If not their corpses. . . .
There we herded from the blast
Of whizz-bangs, but one found our door at last.
Buffeting eyes and breath, snuffing the candles.
And thud! flump! thud! down the steep steps came thumping
And splashing in the flood, deluging muck --
The sentry's body; then his rifle, handles
Of old Boche bombs, and mud in ruck on ruck.
We dredged him up, for killed, until he whined
"O sir, my eyes -- I'm blind -- I'm blind, I'm blind!"
Coaxing, I held a flame against his lids
And said if he could see the least blurred light
He was not blind; in time he'd get all right.
"I can't," he sobbed. Eyeballs, huge-bulged like squids
Watch my dreams still; but I forgot him there
In posting next for duty, and sending a scout
To beg a stretcher somewhere, and floundering about
To other posts under the shrieking air.
Those other wretches, how they bled and spewed,
And one who would have drowned himself for good, --
I try not to remember these things now.
Let dread hark back for one word only: how
Half-listening to that sentry's moans and jumps,
And the wild chattering of his broken teeth,
Renewed most horribly whenever crumps
Pummelled the roof and slogged the air beneath --
Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout
"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.
Wilfred Owen
This was f**kd this war
each time u speak of unspeakable actions the weight felt is the weight easily ignored and buried
by those who could make a difference, and felt daily by those who cannot. tears of shame..