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US Memorial Day 2024

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 - 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 / 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖) Words: "For the Fallen" by Laurence Binyon Music: "Flowers of the Forest" (Traditional) from: "Spirit of the Glen: Journey" (CD)

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Narration by James Naughtie Produced and Arranged by Jon Cohen

'For the Fallen', Poem Spoken Over a Solo Piper. Recorded on a Military Runway in Basra, Iraq.

For the Fallen (excerpt) 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. by Laurence Binyon (1914)

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Poem of the Day 21 January 2024

Laurence Binyon

Invocation to Youth

COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning!   Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew Freshness to feel the eternities around it,   Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew.       The strong sun shines above thee:       That strength, that radiance bring!       If Winter come to Winter,       When shall men hope for Spring?

[amagnificentobsession]

Crowley: Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety.

Shakespeare: Antony & Cleopatra

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.

Laurence Binyon: For the Fallen

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.

Words are life ❤️

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'For the Fallen' by Laurence Binyon

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.

[clivechip]

Remembrance 2023

Tomorrow will be Remembrance Day, as it has been since the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month in 1918, when the Armistice to end World War 1 came into effect, having been signed at 5.45am that morning. I have marked this every year since I began this blog and am doing so again today. I think it is important that we never forget those who have made the ultimate sacrifice to…

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For the Fallen (September 1914) -- Laurence Binyon

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 labor 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 heat 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.

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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.

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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. - For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon

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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.

Excerpt from “For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943), first published in 1914

Wildflower photos (c) riverwindphotography, 2020-2022

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They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to arise 🌸

From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,

And magical scents to a wondering memory bring; 💮

The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.

Laurence Binyon

[alouiadina]

For the Fallen

had this silly little thought after reading "For the Fallen" by Laurence Binyon about the boys final thoughts before dying (feel free to add)

Bubbles- thinks about joking with Harry about narrating his death before it gets serious. He laughs, and thinks about what he'll say to make Harry smile and laugh, because he thinks Harry when he's smiling and laughing is the most beautiful thing in the world. Then when it turns serious, he thinks about a smiling and laughing Harry, hoping for more time he doesn't have, wishing he was braver and told Harry about his feelings, briefly wondering what could've been.

Curt- doesn't want to leave Dickie. Dickie is the love of his life, and would do anything to keep him alive, even if means that the two of them would have to keep their distance after the war. When he realizes what's about to happen, instead of saying "oh god" he says, "I love you." Well, actually "I love" as the plane crashes before he can finish.

Dickie- he desperately wants to say "I love you" to Curt. He knows they're going to die, the plane isn't in the right position to land safely, and he knows that Curt loves him to much to leave him. He tries to say it, but the heaviness of his mask and the pain from the bullet in his cheek hurts too much. just before the plane hits the ground, he hears Curt yelling "I love-"

Bucky- He's at his desk. He's thinking about Gale. They're having dinner together soon, and he's excited to see him. Their relationship slowly teetered to a stop after the war, as most of his relationships did, this one made worse by homophobia. He hopes that this dinner will rekindle that part of their relationship. He had Josephine starch his best clothes, and went and had his best shoes shined. Josephine told him that she hadn't seen him this excited since she said yes to marrying him. Then he feels it. The pain in his arm, then chest. He thought that his heart speeding up was because of Gale. His Buck. But he had been told of this. He'd also been told people could survive them. And he hopes he does, because it's been so long since he's seen Gale's face in person.

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Anzac Day

For the Fallen First published in 1914.

Laurence Binyon - 1869-1943

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 a 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 uncountered: 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 at 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 are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end they remain.

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Poem of the Day 17 December 2022

The House That Was by Laurence Binyon OF the old house, only a few crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a squared stone, lying mossy where it tumbled! Sprawling bramble and saucy thistle mock What once was firelit floor and private charm 5 Where, seen in a windowed picture, hills were fading At dusk, and all was memory-coloured and warm, And voices talked, secure from the wind's invading. Of the old garden, only a stray shining Of daffodil flames amid April's cuckoo-flowers, 10 Or a cluster of aconite mixt with weeds entwining! But, dark and lofty, a royal cedar towers By homely thorns: whether the white rain drifts Or sun scorches, he holds the downs in ken, The western vale; his branchy tiers he lifts, 15 Older than many a generation of men.

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Birthdays 8.10

Beer Birthdays

Edward Greenall (1758)

Charles Haberle (1860)

George E. Muelebach (1881)

Chuck Skypeck (1954)

Lisa Dergan; St. Pauli Girl 2003 (1970)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Ian Anderson; Scottish-English rock flautist and singer (1947)

Antonio Banderas; actor (1960)

Alexander Glazunov; Russian composer (1865)

Rick Overton; screenwriter, actor and comedian (1954)

Norma Shearer; Canadian-American actress (1902)

Famous Birthdays

Al Alberts; pop singer (1922)

Jorge Amado; Brazilian writer (1912)

Devon Aoki; model (1982)

Samuel Arnold; English composer (1740)

Rosanna Arquette; actor (1959)

Patti Austin; singer-songwriter (1950)

Noah Beery Jr.; actor (1913)

Laurence Binyon; English poet (1869)

Claudia Christian; actor (1965)

Suzanne Collins; writer (1962)

Jeff Corey; actor (1914)

Charles Darrow; Monopoly creator (1889)

Jimmy Dean; singer, sausage mogul (1928)

Gilles de Roberval; French mathematician (1602)

Alfred Döblin; Polish-German physician (1878)

Rica Erickson; Australian botanist (1908)

Jon Farriss; Australian drummer (1961)

Leo Fender; founded Fender Musical Instruments (1909)

Eddie Fisher; singer and actor (1928)

Rhonda Fleming; actor (1923)

Julia Fordham; English singer-songwriter (1962)

Jimmy Griffin; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1943)

Jack Haley; actor (1898)

Angie Harmon; model, actor (1972)

William Harnett; Irish-American painter (1848)

Bobby Hatfield; singer-songwriter (1940)

Fred Ho; saxophonist and composer (1957)

Herbert Hoover; 31st U.S. President (1874)

Daniel Hugh Kelly; actor (1952)

Kåre Kolve; Norwegian saxophonist and composer (1964)

Zofia Kossak-Szczucka; Polish writer (1889)

William Manuel Johnson; bassist (1872)

Jimmy Martin; singer and guitarist (1927)

Frank Marshall; chess player (1877)

Tom Laughlin; actor (1931)

Anton Losenko; Russian painter (1737)

Ward Moore; author (1903)

Henri Nestle; German chocolatier (1814)

Kate O'Mara; English actress (1939)

Wolfgang Paul; physicist (1913)

Charlie Peacock; singer-songwriter (1956)

Michael Pepper; English physicist and engineer (1942)

Hieronymus Praetorius; German composer (1560)

Mark Price; English drummer (1959)

Abai Qunanbaiuli; Kazakh poet, composer, and philosopher (1845)

Tony Ross; English author and illustrator (1938)

Ronnie Spector; pop singer (1943)

Andrew Sullivan; political blogger (1963)

Justin Theroux; actor (1971)

Arne Tiselius; Swedish biochemist (1902)

John Kirk Townsend; ornithologist and explorer (1809)

Diane Venora; actress (1952)

Trần Tế Xương; Vietnamese poet and satirist (1870)

Vernon Washington; actor (1927)

Susan Dorothea White; Australian painter (1941)

William Willett; English inventor, founded British Summer Time (1856)

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Remembrance 2022

Today is Remembrance Day, as it has been since the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month in 1918, when the Armistice to end World War 1 came into effect, having been signed at 5.45am that morning. I have marked this every year since I began this blog and am doing so again today. I think it is important that we never forget those who have made the ultimate sacrifice to protect…

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For the Fallen

BY LAURENCE BINYON

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.

Source: The London Times (1914)

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