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Basil is a Gooner
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thegrovegooner
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yeah it was a great touch. arsenal has always had strong links with the forces and the royal family, for obvious reasons.
also about poppies:
it was the heavy shelling on the fields that churned up the soil and the poppie seeds that lied dormant. they began to sprout up of there own accord covering the battlefieds in a see of red.
what great poetry nature can provide.
a poem:
http://www.show.me.uk/site/STO522.html
also about poppies:
it was the heavy shelling on the fields that churned up the soil and the poppie seeds that lied dormant. they began to sprout up of there own accord covering the battlefieds in a see of red.
what great poetry nature can provide.
a poem:
http://www.show.me.uk/site/STO522.html
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
Lest we forget
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
Lest we forget
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tinpot lane
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studied that poem for english, had to right an essay about itNBM wrote:Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
Lest we forget
btw i do know how to spell write and know when to use it
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tomkingsbury
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that reminds me of being back at school nbm!! and i do mean studying the poem at school rather than likening my school experiences to being on the frontline.
i think no amount of films, books, poems will ever make us realise or know jsut how horrific the two world wars were.
moving slightly off the subject, does anyone think it is wrong that we have computer games based on the world wars??
i think no amount of films, books, poems will ever make us realise or know jsut how horrific the two world wars were.
moving slightly off the subject, does anyone think it is wrong that we have computer games based on the world wars??
Well if you are offering I can up my bid .......................................Wayno wrote:I'm suprised you are not asking us for a donation towards the shirt DickoMrs Kevinho wrote:In fact last night it stated it was open to members only and now it doesn't. Anyways I'm e-mailing a bid for Bendtner's shirt.
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Is that a sexual thing Dicko...????Mrs Kevinho wrote:Well if you are offering I can up my bid .......................................Wayno wrote:I'm suprised you are not asking us for a donation towards the shirt DickoMrs Kevinho wrote:In fact last night it stated it was open to members only and now it doesn't. Anyways I'm e-mailing a bid for Bendtner's shirt.
DB10GOONER wrote:Is that a sexual thing Dicko...????Mrs Kevinho wrote:Well if you are offering I can up my bid .......................................Wayno wrote:I'm suprised you are not asking us for a donation towards the shirt DickoMrs Kevinho wrote:In fact last night it stated it was open to members only and now it doesn't. Anyways I'm e-mailing a bid for Bendtner's shirt.
I think Mr Dicko will have something to say about that 
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Into "alternative" lifestyles, is he??Mrs Kevinho wrote:DB10GOONER wrote:Is that a sexual thing Dicko...????Mrs Kevinho wrote:Well if you are offering I can up my bid .......................................Wayno wrote:I'm suprised you are not asking us for a donation towards the shirt DickoMrs Kevinho wrote:In fact last night it stated it was open to members only and now it doesn't. Anyways I'm e-mailing a bid for Bendtner's shirt.
