Armistice Day 2009 - remembering the fallen
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I have been struggling to think of a suitable and poigniant way to mark Rememberance and Armistice Day other than simply putting up a graphic. This morning I suddenly remembered a photo I found in my fathers war-time album that perfectly fits the occassion.
The hand-writen caption that my Dad wrote on the back of this yellowing photo - of a friends grave - says it all:
"Bobby Moore; accidentally killed at Derna, 31st December 1942. Far from the Scotland he loved."
Name: MOORE, ROBERT H.
Initials: R H
Nationality: United Kingdom
Rank: Private
Regiment/Service: Royal Army Service Corps
Unit Text: 39 Detail Issue Depot
Age: 29
Date of Death: 31/12/1942
Service No: S/10541813
Additional information: Son of Adam and Mary Hanvidge Moore; husband of Janet Moore, of Larkhall, Lanarkshire.
Casualty Type: Commonwealth War Dead
Grave/Memorial Reference: 8. D. 24.
Cemetery: BENGHAZI WAR CEMETERY
Above information from the Commonwealth War Graves Commission database: http://www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=2064269
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Not a traditional rememberance piece but found in a book I used to take to sea with me and it's stuck with me. Thought I'd share...
YE mariners of England
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe,
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave,
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave:
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak,
She quells the floods below,--
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn;
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.
Thomas Campbell