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NaBloPoMo - Day Eleven
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Today is/was day eleven - it was also Remembrance Day.

To commemorate this, here's a few random things.

Wilfred Gibson (1878-1962)

They ask me where I've been,
And what I've done and seen.
But what can I reply
Who know it wasn't I,
But someone just like me,
Who went across the sea
And with my head and hands
Killed men in foreign lands...
Though I must bear the blame,
Because he bore my name.


Why Wear a Poppy?

"Please wear a Poppy", the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped to watched to see how she would fare -
Her face was old and lined with care,
But beneath the scars that the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on carefree feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady", he said, "may I have one?"
As she pinned it on I heard him say
"Why do we wear a Poppy today?"

The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, " This is Remembrance Day.
The Poppy there is a symbol for
The gallant men who died in war,
And because they did, you and I are free.
That's why we wear a Poppy, you see!"

"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play, and jump and shout -
Free as a bird he would race about.
As years went on he learned and grew
And became a man as you will too".

"He was fine and strong with a boyish smile,
But he seemed with us just a little while.
When war broke out he went away -
I still remember his face that day,
When he smiled at me and said, "Goodbye -
I'll be back soon, so please don't cry".

"But the war went on and he had to stay -
All I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight -
I can still see it in my dreams at night.
With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And mines and bullets, the bombs and fire".

"Until at last the war was won,
And that's why we wear a Poppy, son".
The small boy turned as if to go
Then said, "Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your son - did he come home all right?"
A tear rolled down each faded cheek -
She shook her head but didn't speak.
I slunk away - head bowed in shame
And if you were with me, you'd have done the same.
For our thanks in giving is oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought and thousands paid.

And so you see - when a Poppy is worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By all those who gave their very all
When asked to answer their Country's call.
That we at home in peace may live -
Then wear a Poppy - remember - and give!

By: Unknown Poet



The story of the D-Day Dodgers

From the time Canadian troops landed in Sicily in July 1943, through to the epic battle of Ortona and beyond, the Italian Campaign was front page news.
However, after the D-Day invasion of France on June 6, 1944, Italy became the forgotten war. For the rest of the campaign - another year of bitter and bloody struggle - the Canadians toiled in virtual anonymity.
The Allied troops in Italy, in a questionable jest, became known as the D-Day Dodgers.
The nickname implied that the troops in Italy were avoiding the “real” war in France. Some of the boys in Italy considered the name a bit of a slur, so they put out an extremely clever and sarcastic response to the catchy tune of the famous wartime song, Lili Marlène, which was well-known to the fighting men.
The D-Day Dodgers music video features rarely used archival fi lm of the soldiers during some of the “happier times” of the war. These powerful images of camaraderie, youth, friendship, and “bravery in the face of danger” are in very touching, almost haunting contrast to the images of war with which they are juxtaposed. The song tells much of the story of what the Canadians and the Allies did in the Sicilian and Italian Campaigns.

We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy,
Always on the vino, and always on the spree.
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks,
We live and rove among the Yanks,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

We fought into Agira, a holiday with pay;
Jerry brought his bands out, to cheer us on our way,
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

The Moro and Ortona were taken in our stride,
We didn’t really fight there; we went there for the ride.
Sleeping till noon and playing games,
We live in Rome with lots of dames.
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

On our way to Florence, we had a lovely time,
We drove a bus from Rimini, right through the Gothic Line.
Then to Bologna we did go,
We all went swimming in the Po,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, in sunny Italy.

Look around the mountains in the mud and rain,
See the scattered crosses, there’s some that have no name.
Heartbreak and toil, and suffering gone,
The boys beneath and slumber on.
They are the D-Day Dodgers, who stay in Italy.
They are the D-Day Dodgers, who stay in Italy.

(Note: there is a video, but for some reason, I can't get to it.)

"They shall not grow old as we who 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..." - Laurence Binyon

Lest We Forget.