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Arthur Wedge

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80th Anniversary today


Hopefully we will never ever forget the sacrifices made by so many to keep us under the umbrella of safety

Should be some great flypasts for those in the south and south east today
 
80th Anniversary today


Hopefully we will never ever forget the sacrifices made by so many to keep us under the umbrella of safety

Should be some great flypasts for those in the south and south east today
We’ll be keeping our eyes to the skies today as there is a Leonard Cheshire home very close by to us and in the past on commemorative days the Battle of Britain flight would fly over if it’s been in the area.
 
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I have seen all the parades and fly past that I will ever need to see.

For my wife and I today is a time for quiet reflection and remembrance of our parents, uncles and aunts etc; who were all part of what we think of the greatest generation.

They grew up in the immediate aftermath of WW1, lived through the hard times of the 20's & 30's, served their country in WW2 and brought up families in the austerity years that followed.

Special people and today provides an opportunity to be grateful to them for all that they did.
 
Our Ladies play for their Victory Cup on Tuesday, Men’s Victory Cup is Saturday. The Union Flag will be flown on Thursday.
 
At Noon - we just stood and quietly remembered and reflected on my mum and dad - dad, just a lad barely turned 20, served in the merchant navy through the Bay of Biscay to the Med and Red Sea...

Mum was still at home and she recalled how she met Polish soldiers barracked locally in Perthshire...indeed one of her elder brothers tried his hand at learning a bit of Polish

Same with my Mrs - her dad served with her mum still young and at home.

And I also remembered the physical and mental sacrifice of my grandfather James Seaton, who in WWI was landed at Gallipoli and served on the Bulgarian front with the Scottish Horse...before being moved to France with the Black Watch from where, injured and ill, he was invalided out.
 

We won, didn't we, Sarge?

"We won, didn't we, Sarge?" a weary voice inquired,
A question hanging heavy in the air, his gun now quiet, unfired.
"That's it, lad, the fight is done, the victory's ours,"
A hollow comfort, masking deeper powers.

"But Sarge, the cost, so many lives now gone,
Young souls extinguished, futures overthrown.
Can we truly claim a win, with such a price to pay,
The darkness still lingers, even on the brightest day?"

"We survived, lad, that's our victory's sign,
A chance to rebuild, to make amends, to align.
A land fit for heroes, they promised us, it's true,
A future of hope, for me and for you."

Then years have passed, and promises had frayed,
The hero's welcome, a distant, faded shade.
"We're still here, Sarge, though times have grown tough,
A victory's hollow, was our suffering not enough."

"Did they keep their word, Sarge, those who sent us to fight?
Or did they forget, as darkness consumed our night?
I now sleep the streets, a shadow, a ghost,
A casualty of war, a heavy, painful cost."

"We won, lad, yes we won," the Sarge's said, with a sigh,
"But the cost of victory, cuts deep and wide.
A coin tossed aside, a forgotten plea,
A hero's reward, a bitter irony."

"We'll endure, Sarge, we'll find a way through,
A debt owed to the fallen, a promise we renew.
Though some may forget, we'll keep their memory bright,
A testament to courage, in the darkest night."

Lest we forget, the sacrifice they made,
The heroes' plight, the promises betrayed.
We'll carry their torch, lad, a burning flame,
And honor their memory, forever the same.
 

We won, didn't we, Sarge?

"We won, didn't we, Sarge?" a weary voice inquired,
A question hanging heavy in the air, his gun now quiet, unfired.
"That's it, lad, the fight is done, the victory's ours,"
A hollow comfort, masking deeper powers.

"But Sarge, the cost, so many lives now gone,
Young souls extinguished, futures overthrown.
Can we truly claim a win, with such a price to pay,
The darkness still lingers, even on the brightest day?"

"We survived, lad, that's our victory's sign,
A chance to rebuild, to make amends, to align.
A land fit for heroes, they promised us, it's true,
A future of hope, for me and for you."

Then years have passed, and promises had frayed,
The hero's welcome, a distant, faded shade.
"We're still here, Sarge, though times have grown tough,
A victory's hollow, was our suffering not enough."

"Did they keep their word, Sarge, those who sent us to fight?
Or did they forget, as darkness consumed our night?
I now sleep the streets, a shadow, a ghost,
A casualty of war, a heavy, painful cost."

"We won, lad, yes we won," the Sarge's said, with a sigh,
"But the cost of victory, cuts deep and wide.
A coin tossed aside, a forgotten plea,
A hero's reward, a bitter irony."

"We'll endure, Sarge, we'll find a way through,
A debt owed to the fallen, a promise we renew.
Though some may forget, we'll keep their memory bright,
A testament to courage, in the darkest night."

Lest we forget, the sacrifice they made,
The heroes' plight, the promises betrayed.
We'll carry their torch, lad, a burning flame,
And honor their memory, forever the same.
The price of victory was unconscionable… thankfully, because of the sacrifices of that generation we will never know what the price of defeat would have been.
 
On a similar note, there was a veteran who was interviewed on local news and he said he hates the phrase “gave their lives”. He said they didn’t give their lives, their lives were taken from them. I can see where he is coming from and can see why it causes so much pain. It is a weird term to use but we know what it signifies.
 
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