11/11

In honour of my far family , my people and the soldiers that fought for nothing.

A war and pandemic disease which led to the death of nearly 6% of the world population.

Those who died in cruelity, those will always be remembered in our hearts and will go on.

No more war like this! Millions have died for just gaining a small piece of land. Millions who've never could go any worse. The great war was desastrous!

May these souls all rest in peace ,

Amen.

As long spirit lives for eternity, there'll always hope.

Spirituality gives us hope.

Hope means unity.

United I stand , United I remember.

'Voor vlaanderen'

Hier liggen de lijken begraven als zeden in de grond.

Here are the dead bodies buried in their grave like seeds into the ground.

Pax



Edited 11/11/2015 13:17:56

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

if only there were more deaths. Maybe then Belgium would no longer be around.

Zardoz = our BFF Vormulak674

It's a symbollic day for Poland as well seeing as we became independent on this day.

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned them at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.

Old soldiers talk about the battles fought
To build a better world for me and you
They sacrificed their lives to make a dream come true
Now they're forgotten men remembered by so few

But the war is over
And the fighting ended many years ago
The war is over
The battle's won but what is there to show?

Side by side they marched together
Fighting so their children could be free
To build a better world, a new society
All classes unified to live in harmony

Now the war is over
So let's forget and leave the past alone
The war is over
It's time for all the soldiers to go home

Rich men, poor men make history
Fighting for the land of hope and glory
A nation's voice will sing as one
A battle cry until we've won

The war is over
And the patriotic comrades are no more
The war is over
Now they're going home to live just like before

Arm in arm we sang our patriotic songs
Of love and sentiment
Tears of joy to hide the sorrow
New tomorrows till we meet again

With a new world to build we'll say, "Auf weidersein"
What did they do for us? What did it prove to us?
As we stand beside the silent grave
The unknown soldier can't be saved

The war is over, the war is over
It's time for all the soldiers to go home
The war is over

Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when savior comes, is he gonna be saved
Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back

They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home

Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes, are they gonna be saved
Cruelty to the winner, bishop tells the king his lies
Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back

They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home

Welcome to the soldier side
Where there is no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me

Welcome to the soldier side
There is no one here but me
People on the soldier side
There is no one here but me

Ken jy my nou?
Het jy die spieël gesien
en ken jy jou?
Wanneer jy wil vlug
uit die stad wat brand,
dan vlug ek saam
soos 'n vrou aan jou hand.
*
Die veles meen
hulle ken my gesig,
maar ek skuil te glansryk,
te na aan die lig,
en as hul wil waarsku
en wysheid gee,
dan praat ek reeds
in die woordklank mee;
en die snelles vlug,
waarheen?
vir wie?
ek is nie skoon
of aaklig nie,
en waar hulle vlug,
daar dra hul my mee
in die grys-wit groewe
van die senuwee.
Ek is ín jou
gevleg,
gerank
soos 'n wortel in
in die donker bank,
en van voor die daeraad
se blank begin
straal ek by albei
jou oë in.

Weet jy genoeg:
wat God vereen het,
hoort saamgevoeg?

*
Ek is jou wese
se ondergrond
en ek trap in jou spoor
soos 'n goeie hond.
Toe God die aarde,
die silwer bal,
in vreugde en spel
uit sy hand laat val,
was ek die baaierd
waarin dit weeg,
die vormlose,
en woes en leeg.

Toe 'n stil vroeë water
- voor vis of net -
tot die eerste wit kiem
geëtter het,
was ek die donker
wat onder skuil:
die koue grond en
swart klip van die kuil.

Ek was die skaduwee
van Gods gang:
ál wat Hy verlaat het,
het ek gevang;
en nou dat jy groei
om die baasskap te hê,
is ek die rooi naelstring
waaraan jy lê.
Ek is jou wese
se ondergrond
en ek trap jou spoor
soos 'n goeie hond.

Wil die kennis nou kom:
ek is die grond
al is jy die blom?

*

Al is julle helder
en slank en vry
moenie dink dat julle
my dood sal kry,
of my strenge gang
op my baan sal stoor:
al is ek die hond,
ek hou die spoor,
ek blaf teen elke
horison
en as Gods Gees
voor die suiwer son
tot skoner gestalte
as julle is, skry,
sal ek weer helder wees,
slank en vry.

O waar sal jy gaan
en met watter skip?
die aarde is branding
en oral is klip,
of as jy wil vlug
uit die stad wat brand,
dan vlug ek saam
soos 'n vrou aan jou hand.

Ken jy my nou?
Het jy die spieël gesien,
en ken jy jou?

Presarati pe-a lor morminte, ale laurilor foi
Spre a fi mai dulce somnul, fericitilor eroi
Ridicati pe piramida nemuririi, faima lor,
Scris in cartile de aur, cantecul nemuritor.

Pe copii la sânul vostru, alintaţi-i cu-acest cânt,
Povestindu-le cu fală al eroilor avânt.
Dezveliţi tot adevărul, şi le spuneţi tuturor,
Cum muriră fraţii vostri, pentru neam şi ţara lor.

Şi pe sacrele morminte, puneţi lacrime şi flori,
Spre a fi mai dulce somnul, miilor de luptători.
Ridicaţi pe piramida nemurii, faima lor,
Scris în cărţile de aur, cântecul nemuritor.

romanian old war song

Edited 11/11/2015 13:32:07

In case you were wondering the first 3 are songs and the then the last is a poem in Afrikaans but you Dutch people should be able to get the just of it.

If one line of the poem looks familiar it is because its my tagline.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not 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.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.

hopefully more die soon.

11/11, may it forever be a day of love and hope, and may we never need another day of such great significance.

P.S. Go Poland for being Independent!

R.I.P