We Will Remember Them.

I blame y2johnny for using the word amazeballs. Really depressing to read such dross.

bwfc1874 wrote:I blame y2johnny for using the word amazeballs. Really depressing to read such dross.

He's just one thick Manc twat, enough said.

bwfc1874 wrote:I blame y2johnny for using the word amazeballs. Really depressing to read such dross.

I disagree. It's fann-dabby-dozy.

Born and raised in Bolton. Now live in Salford. One thing i have learnt living here is salfordians don't like being called mancs. Its a seperate city. So there is an amazeballs lesson learnt for you. Love you scott

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

by John McCrae, May 1915

McCrae wrote "In Flanders Fields" on May 3, 1915, the day after presiding over the funeral and burial of his friend Lieutenant Alex Helmer, who had been killed during the Second Battle of Ypres. The poem was written as he sat upon the back of a medical field ambulance near an advance dressing post at Essex Farm, just north of Ypres. The poppy, which was a central feature of the poem, grew in great numbers in the spoiled earth of the battlefields and cemeteries of Flanders.

RIP to all those who gave their lives might live in peace.