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For all my comrades who have fallen & who still serving

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

We WILL remember them

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

It's a shame about threads like this get overlooked, people would rather post on one of 50 kiss,fuck,avoid threads im afraid

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There’s another thread running too

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By *upremexMan
over a year ago

liverpool. huyton. near yewtree

We should never forget that generation who gave up everything.

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By *ouple in LancashireCouple
over a year ago

in Lancashire


"If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

"

Well said..

From a fellow ex Sapper..

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Well said..

From a fellow ex Sapper..

"

Thank you also to a fellow sapper

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"It's a shame about threads like this get overlooked, people would rather post on one of 50 kiss,fuck,avoid threads im afraid"

I know mate

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"We should never forget that generation who gave up everything."

Nor the ones we've lost since.

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By *ouple in LancashireCouple
over a year ago

in Lancashire


"If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Well said..

From a fellow ex Sapper..

Thank you also to a fellow sapper "

I stand corrected..

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

in God we trust.forever young..

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

"

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