2014                       1914

Referendum

Commemoration


As a Unionist I can only say using the 1914-1918
war and the image of    United Kingdom
Great Britain united against a common enemy.
To counter Alex  Salmonds snp  YES campaign
is fair game as one dirty trick to another.
But one wonders when every other Remembrance day
is to remember the end of and not the beginning
of the Ist world war .



After all the proud brave volunteers were 
(those who survived )  vastly different
men and women at the end of that slaughter war.
the  cry of home by Christmas was long replaced
by Our Glorious Dead.

 



perhaps the commemoration should be of 1918
in 2018 at the end of the war to end all wars 
and the terrible price we all paid

But then the Propaganda  moment could 
be lost.






 Oh! how the English Eton boys teach you about
Tory notions  of  honour
  



 

 The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


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 gas-shells dropping softly 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,
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.