Spare two minutes, if you can, to remember the fallen and their sacrifice. 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 ought to have showed videos of the Somme to those that signed up for the Wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. Such a sad waste of life. Especially as the First World War was settled with handshakes and a treaty that caused the Second World War. I see those lads going over the top into machine gun fire and it angers me that they were sent to their deaths.
Still sends shivers down my spine listening to the last post. Both my Grandads came back from fighting in World War II, but many others didn't. Today is for those that didn't come home. Lest we forget, We will remember.
My great grandad was wounded at the Somme. Jack Hodgson. He lived till he was 97. Nearly everyone in his trench was killed. I could never get my head around how he lived a life of such positivity after that. So sad so many were not so lucky, including cup winner Wilf Bartrop, sadly killed a few days before the end of hostilities.
My grandad fought for four years in the 8th army in ww2. He also led a life of great positivity. He said two things. One he was on a second chance of life and never wasted a day, two he owed it to his mates who never made it. I'll be stood at darfield cenotaph at 1100hrs today with my son who lost his 18 year old friend in afghanistan. If that is breaking the law, it's the law that needs changing
I was lucky that my Grandfather came home from World War 2. He served in North Africa and Italy. My Great Father on my mothers side served in Burma he also survived. If either of them had copped for one I wouldn't be here.
My Mum was born in March 1940, so was conceived just before Grandad went off to World War II. She says the only recollection of the war is seeing a person in Army uniform walking to her house one day after school. That person was her Father, she didn't recognise him - she had never met him before that day. So sad. My Dad was born in 1936 so was 3 when the war started.
I watched the They Shall Not Grow Old documentary a few year back and it really hit me the life of a young man during the great war. I think all war is just a waste of human life and potential.
My Great Grandfather was killed in France WW1 and his Son My Grandfather was killed in Italy surviving campaigns in North Africa , Sicily and the Invasion of Italy and being killed near Ancona. RIP Grandads we will remember you.
I'm amazed it wasn't taken into account how many siblings men at the front had or whether they had fathered children. There's poignant stories on this thread with others not so lucky. Potentially full generations were being wiped out.
My Dad was born in 1944; he has no recollection of his father who died peacekeeping in Germany in 1946 after the end of the war. A few years ago we went to the Allied cemetery in Hamburg where he’s buried.