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    <STRIKE>Blairgowrie</STRIKE> foxyboy (soz!) ,that last picture is very very moving,thanks for posting that.
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    Originally posted by skarden:
    Blairgowrie,that last picture is very very moving,thanks for posting that.
    That one was posted by my good friend Foxyboy1964.
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    Yes 1111am on 11/11/18 was the official ceasefire time.Was watching a WW1 in Colour programme on TV earlier .I find WW1 colour images unbelievably evocative ...It seems soooo much further away in time than WW2 .In many ways WW1 seems closer to Waterloo than WW2 .Certainly the START of WW1 and the END of WW2 seem aeons apart...
    Such senseless carnage ,troops being mowed down by MGs but above all else (and what killed the vast majority was ) the artillery ...shell shock must have been crippling !Poor brave men (and plenty of women ,nurses etc too Im sure)
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    Yes 1111am on 11/11/18 was the official ceasefire time.
    11 11 is asociated with angels google it if you dont belive me
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    That with rememberance day on the 11.Nov. is only something in English speaking countries. Here at 11 past 11am on the 11 of Nov. it is the beginning of the carneval season.

    Anyone who has been to Cologne at that time will know, all out maddness and intensive bozying will have started!
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    Do semantics matter,

    Just remember...
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    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

    Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
    And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
    Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
    In all my dreams before my helpless sight
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
    Bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
    Pro patria mori.
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