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'Remember Us'
Submitted by Marie
The young dead soldiers
do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard
in the still houses:
who has not heard them?
They have a silence that
speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.
They say: We were young.
We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done
what we could
but until it is finished
it is not done.
They say: We have given
our lives but until it is finished
no one can know
what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what
you make them.
They say: Whether our lives
and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths.
Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say.
We have died; remember us.
by Archibald MacLeish,
1892-1982, American Poet

'Forever'
written by David Godfrey
in memory of his grandson
Rifleman Daniel Lee Coffey
Died 27th February 2007
Forever I'll walk in my garden
Seek solace in the cool
of its shade
Forever I'll walk in my Garden
Tis all the good Lord has made.
Forever I'll walk in my garden
Sowing seeds of
kindness and trust
Forever I'll walk in my garden
I love you forever, I must.
Forever I'll walk in my Garden
Filled with flowers of
beauty to share
Watered with tears of kindness
to blossom forth with
GODS tender care.
Dont cry in your heart for
I'm gone now
My spirit with you I shall leave
Think of me as you walk in my garden
For tis you that have
filled all my needs.

'The Life That I Have'
Submitted by Ros
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that
I have Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and
yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be
but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and
yours and yours.
Leo Marks

They shall not grow 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...
Laurence Binyon

When You Go Home,
Tell Them Of Us And Say,
For Their Tomorrow,
We Gave Our Today
For the people in Iraq all of our brave lads did,
and it should be important that their young children know that.
Exemplo Ducemus
(By example we lead)
Craig Badley
Royal Military Police

'To
Six friends'
When I see a red hat
above the crowd,
I think, to be one of you,
I''m proud,
For little reward you
work so hard,
Your uniform always tidy
and smart,
You are always prepared to
follow a call,
To keep the peace for
one and all,
Away from home in
another land,
I can turn to you for a
helping hand,
Your justice is fair, your
advice is free,
What should we do
without RMP,
Your cap badge shall
unite us all,
Together we stand,
Together we fall.
To HJ ,
Si , Paul ,
Russ , Ben ,Tom
RIP from Des RMP Hohne




Submitted by Natalie
in memory of
Lance Corporal
James Cartwright
Died 16th June 2007
It broke ourhearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone.
A part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.
A million times we'll miss you.
A million times we'll cry.
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.
Now to your grave we travel
The flowers are placed with care.
No one knows the heart ache,
As we turn and leave you there.
No fare wells were spoken,
No time to say good-bye.
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God Knows why.
If tears could bulid a stairway,
And heartaches make a lane,
we'd walk the path to heaven,
And bring you back again.

Always
As the sun starts to rise,
I'm with you
When you hear a bird sing,
I'm there
For each raindrop that falls,
think of me
And the love that we'll
always share
In the rush of the wind
feel my touch
In the quiet of night
hear my voice
If you start to stumble
take my hand
And know that it was
my choice
When tears start to fall
feel my comfort
If you feel low
share my pride
Don't ever think that
you've lost me
For I will always be
there by your side
Copyright
K. Webster 2003


Ode to a Military Man
The average age of the military man is 19 years.
He is a short haired,
tight-muscled kid who,
under normal circumstances is considered by society as
half man, half boy.
Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a
beer,but old enough to
die for his country.
He never really cared much for work and he would
rather wax his own car
than wash his father's;
but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's fresh out of school; he was probably an average student, pursued some
form of sport activities,
drives a ten year old jalopy,
and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to
be waiting when he returns from half a world away.
He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer.
He is 10 or 15 pounds
lighter now than when
he was at home because
he is working or fighting
from before dawn to well
after dusk.
He has trouble spelling,
thus letter writing is a
pain for him, but he can
field strip a rifle
in 30 seconds and reassemble
it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine
gun or grenade launcher
and use either one
effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and
latrines and can apply first
aid like a professional.
He can march until he is
told to stop or stop until
he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly
and without hesitation,
but he is not without spirit
or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient. He has
two sets of fatigues:
he
washes one and
wears the other.
He keeps his canteens full
and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never
to clean his rifle.
He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes,
and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share
his water with you;
if you are hungry, his food.
He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life -
or take it, because
that is his job.
He will often do twice the
work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find
ironic humour in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death then he should
have in his short lifetime.
He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and
helped to create them.
He has wept in public and
in private, for friends who
have fallen in combat
and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at
rigid attention, while tempering the burning
desire to 'square-away'
those around him who
haven't bothered to
stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.
In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father,
Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying
the price for our freedom.
Beardless or not,
he is not a boy.
He is the British, Australian, Canadian, New Zealander or American Fighting Man
that has kept his country
free for over 200 years.
He has asked nothing in
return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always,
for he has earned our
respect and admiration
with his blood.
Now we even have women
over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when
our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, please offer this short prayer:.
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them
as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts
they perform for us
in our time of need. Amen."
In Memory of LCPL Cory Ryan Geurin
You donned your uniform and shined your boots
Proud to be U.S. recruits
Raised your hand and took the oath
To serve your country you were not loathe
They sent you to a foreign land
And courage with you made your stand
Strength and heart is the American Way
From our purpose we will not stray
Willing to fight in the name of Freedom
For the rights of all Mankind, not just some
Support our country in their belief
That every nation should have relief
From the oppression and misery of entire lands
By the likes of the Regimes and the Talibans
For those who fought we cannot know
The pain in your eyes and what hurts you so
Only with your comrades will you fully share
What is behind the Thousand Yard Stare
We can only support you and know that its true
You will receive the respect that is your due
No more Vietnam for the Red, White and Blue.
'Eternal Soldier'
By Ann-Marie Spittle
I am the Eternal Soldier
Though my body breaks
My soul goes on
Through the jungles and
the deserts
Across the mountains
and the seas
Whither I am called I go
Steadfast, reliable
Though my mouth moans
And my body aches
I push on
Until the objective is done
The opposers disperse
Or I am called elsewhere
As one battle ends
Another begins
Always with myself
The battle is the greatest
While you break, I bend
When you fall, I walk on
Always expected
to be courageous
Always expected
to be brave
Always the first to charge
While others stand behind me Like fearful children
Hoping I will kill the
big bad wolf
I am the eternal soldier
Our heart beats as one
Though my body is many
Brothers are we in
blood and bone
While around us separation
Takes hold of the individual
Hold my hand
And I will guide you through
For I am Michael,
soldier of Angels
My heart is true
To the cause of my country
That others may not suffer
The horrors of the past
Walk with me if you dare
For mine is not a path
lightly taken
Brave heart, brave feet
Brave voice, brave action
These are our creed
And our battle cry
'Sea of Faces'
By Ann-Marie Spittle
See us!
We are not just pictures
Pieces of a tableau
Or parts of a mosaic
To make you weep
We lived and breathed
Held children in our arms
Hugged family before we left
And many only have that memory
Think only of us as we were
Not this two dimensional nothingness
That has no depth of us
Your memories will add that
Remember
We are not the coffins
you see
The flag draped
Or the stone calved
with a name
We are your heart
If pictures make pictures
Then know this
The picture we would make is of the Union Flag
And the map of this
United Kingdom

In Loving Memory of Russell Aston
'Next To You'
Submitted by Lisa Aston
You cannot see
or touch us
But we're standing
next to you
Your tears can
only hurt us
Your sadness
makes us blue
Be brave and
show a smiling face
Let not your grief
show through
We love you from
a different place
Yet we're standing
next to you |