Featured Remembrance Sunday.

Discussion in 'Lounge' started by Nelson, Nov 9, 2025 at 8:26 AM.

  1. Probably my favorite poem of that time.

    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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  2. As every year, I go to my towns remembrance sunday event.
     
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  4. Settled for watching the event from Whitehall as our local church is somewhat unwelcoming.

    The was an interesting piece in it on pipers, which brought this home even more.

    When I leave this world behind me
    To another, I will go
    And if there are no pipes in heaven
    I'll be going down below
    If friends in time be severed
    Someday we will meet again
    I'll return to leave you never
    Be a piper to the end
    This has been a day to die for
    Now the day is almost done
    Up above, a quiet seabird
    Turns to face the setting sun
    Now the evening dove is calling
    And all the hills are burning red
    And before the night comes falling
    Clouds are lined with golden thread
    We watched the fires together
    Shared our quarters for a while
    Walked the dusty roads together
    Came so many miles
    This has been a day to die on
    Now the day is almost done
    Here the pipes, will lay beside me
    Silent with the battle drum
    If friends in time be servered
    Someday here we will meet again
    I'll return to leave you never
    Be a piper to the end

    They are the lyrics to "Piper To The End" by Mark Knopfler, written about his uncle Freddie, who died in 1940 at Ficheaux, near Arras in Northern France, aged 20. Freddie was a piper in the 1st Battalion, Tyneside Scottish, The Black Watch, Royal Highland Regiment.

    Pipers were apparently unarmed, and around half of the pipers that lead their regiments into battle paid the ultimate price.

     
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