Post by Hickman on Nov 10, 2005 22:53:42 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Lest we forget[/shadow]
10th November 2005
News article filed by Dave Cheetham, Defence correspondent
Lest we forget
We shall remember them
As part of the BNP's Remembrance Weekend activities we publish two appropriate and much loved poems as well as a list of all those British servicemen and women killed in action during 2005.
[glow=red,2,300]The Soldier[/glow]
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.
Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915).
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10th November 2005
News article filed by Dave Cheetham, Defence correspondent
Lest we forget
We shall remember them
As part of the BNP's Remembrance Weekend activities we publish two appropriate and much loved poems as well as a list of all those British servicemen and women killed in action during 2005.
[glow=red,2,300]The Soldier[/glow]
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.
Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915).
CONTINUED................
www.bnp.org.uk/news_detail.php?newsId=622