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EDIT: On topic, I usually send a care package to a buddy of mine in Afghanistan on Veteran's day. It's an important day in my family. My grandfather ran the foundry at Los Alamos.
tp, the reason you're being ridiculed (yet again) is because instead of googling what "remembrance" referred to, or simply not bothering to post, you decided (due to your childish, histrionic personality) to make a needlessly obtuse post.
^^ didn't read.. but given the subject of the OP.. I think you should probably take your trolling elsewhere.
Thanks for demonstrating my point about your stunted level of intellect and maturity more concisely than I could have ever done.
What shocks me is not that an adult American does not know that Veteran's Day = Armistice Day = Remembrance Day = the day we remember the armistice that ended WWI on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, but that the ignorant fool is so proud of his ignorance. This is the absolute worst trait of the 'Muricans: their pride in their own ignorance. (And their concomitant belief that morons like themselves are competent to run the government.)
Let's not make this a nationalistic thing hating on different countries and people from different countries. Let's just agree to report and ignore the idiots and treat the holiday with the respect that it commands.
Let's not make this a nationalistic thing hating on different countries and people from different countries. Let's just agree to report and ignore the idiots and treat the holiday with the respect that it commands.Show Image(http://i.imgur.com/dLxpTI5.gif)
What shocks me is not that an adult American does not know that Veteran's Day = Armistice Day = Remembrance Day = the day we remember the armistice that ended WWI on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, but that the ignorant fool is so proud of his ignorance. This is the absolute worst trait of the 'Muricans: their pride in their own ignorance. (And their concomitant belief that morons like themselves are competent to run the government.)
Let's not make this a nationalistic thing hating on different countries and people from different countries. Let's just agree to report and ignore the idiots and treat the holiday with the respect that it commands.
Thread cleaned. Let's talk about honoring and remembering veterans.
Winning a war is not so simple...
In remembrance of sacrifice, of victory, and of irresolution. lest we forget.. and repeat..
Winning a war is not so simple...
In remembrance of sacrifice, of victory, and of irresolution. lest we forget.. and repeat..
How many wars that have been conducted since the Treaty of Versailles with Germany, on 28 June 1919?
Have lost 2 uncles and 8 cousins in the Second WWII. Then my brother and 2 cousins in Korea and Vietnam. It seems all the governments love to commit lives for their own selfishness because it avoids the necessary truth of why the need to kill and torture on a perpetual basis?
It seems we all like to forget and repeat the same old hatreds and mistakes. Maybe ONE day the human race will evolve into something greater than what it is now, but that might seem way beyond my life span or my children's.
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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines 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 flound'ring 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.