The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
The first two are in ottoman territory. But congratulations for you attempt to sell off some skirmishes as big battles. You should have added the bar brawls in the brothels of Buenos Aires for effect.
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"All the battles in World War 1 were in Europe, apart from the battles that weren't in Europe"
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
Yes British Imperialism made your European war pop up every now and then in other parts of the world. You must be so proud now.
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In this thread, so far, you have:
* misidentified the first World War as a 'civil war'
* been unaware of where it was fought (all over the world, the clues in the title. this isn't difficult)
* appear to believe it was a conflict instigated by Great Britain
* misidentified a symbol of mourning and grief from said conflict as a symbol of glorification
* failed to understand that the poppy is for all British war dead, not just those from WW1
* argued with two British people who live in Britain about life in Britain, where you don't live
* been unaware of what a 'war crime' is
* been unable to distinguish the first World War from several common, every day items
I have to believe your statement comes from you seeing, e.g. a pot plant in Istambul, thinking that was the first world war and was placed there by the British to thwart you or something.
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
No you dimwit, the fact that I refuse to call that war a ' world war' has nothing to do with my 'ideology' about the present unification of Europe but everything with the fact that I find it incredible that a bunch of European war crime glorifiers managed to label that war as first the 'great war' and then a 'world war'. There was nothing great about it and the fact that Steely is losing sleep in order to drag out so minor altercations in order to prove that it really really eas the world on fire still doesn't make it a world war.
They threw a couple of millions of young lives away an now try to upgrade it to some sort of test run where the German Emperor and his Huns are conveniently turned in proto-nazis.
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Funniest shit I've read in a long while.
This forum. My days.
Anecdotally, I've never been aware of any pressure, nor ever known anyone who has been under pressure, to wear a poppy. And I have lived in the largest city in the UK for the last 25 years.
I put money in the charity boxes every year that the Royal Legion carry around to help support veterans and dependents of servicemen. I sometimes wear the proffered poppies. I sometimes don't. I certainly don't bloody care if others wear one.
It's a cultural thing too though, innit. It is British, and one of the annual things I've become used to and come to appreciate here.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders' fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders' fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high,
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders' Fields.
Well i don't know about cheap, but the spirit was very much to carry on fighting, yes.
That was the poem that inspired the whole poppy appeal process in the first place.
During the First World War (1914–1918) much of the fighting took place in Western Europe. Previously beautiful countryside was blasted, bombed and fought over, again and again. The landscape swiftly turned to fields of mud: bleak and barren scenes where little or nothing could grow.
Bright red Flanders poppies (Papaver rhoeas) however, were delicate but resilient flowers and grew in their thousands, flourishing even in the middle of chaos and destruction. In early May 1915, shortly after losing a friend in Ypres, a Canadian doctor, Lt Col John McCrae was inspired by the sight of poppies to write a now famous poem called 'In Flanders Fields'.
McCrae’s poem inspired an American academic, Moina Michael, to make and sell red silk poppies which were brought to England by a French woman, Anna Guérin. The (Royal) British Legion, formed in 1921, ordered 9 million of these poppies and sold them on 11 November that year. The poppies sold out almost immediately and that first ever 'Poppy Appeal' raised over £106,000; a considerable amount of money at the time. This was used to help WW1 veterans with employment and housing.
The following year, Major George Howson set up the Poppy Factory to employ disabled ex-Servicemen. Today, the factory and the Legion's warehouse in Aylesford produces millions of poppies each year.
Good thread this. I've learnt a little bit of cultural history.![]()
adjective, greater, greatest.
1. unusually or comparatively large in size or dimensions:
A great fire destroyed nearly half the city.
2. large in number; numerous:
Great hordes of tourists descend on Europe each summer.
3. unusual or considerable in degree, power, intensity, etc.:
great pain.
4. wonderful; first-rate; very good:
We had a great time. That's great!
5. being such in an extreme or notable degree:
great friends; a great talker.
6. notable; remarkable; exceptionally outstanding:
a great occasion.
7.important; highly significant or consequential:
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
We all know how the Great Fire of London was glorified and celebrated afterall
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Fire_of_London
Hahaha, talk about revisionism. I knew you were going to try this particular trick; pulling a fast one implying the usage of the word great was to express horror about the victory over the Huns just won. As was shown in the exceedingly lenient treaty of Versailles. After all, you were going to make certain that there would be no more war on such a big scale. Right?
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These are period bits of propaganda from Germany. Apparently, while the war was still ongoing, the Germans were celebrating and glorifying their own defeat. In the future.
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The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
Okay but seriously, wasn't WWI kind of a dumb war?
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Instead of saying WWI wasn't a world war, a better argument could be made that it wasn't the first world war. In that context, you could argue it wasn't much more global than some previous conflicts, though it was far bloodier.
Hope is the denial of reality
It was a criminally stupid and horrific war, but that doesn't exactly constitute an original observation.
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
Are the Germans still doing that? Are you still doing it? Also the use of the adjective in German is not the same as in English. It's not very likely they used it the way it is used in English. Not 100% impossible but not very likely. Tne non-captialization of the word grosse, points towards it just meaning big and nothing else.
Last edited by Hazir; 11-04-2016 at 07:16 PM.
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Just check my first post and ask yourself if I was actually caring very much beyond deriding the self-aggrandisement of a bunch of dead Europeans declaring their war a World War or a Great War. What I had not counted upon was the hurt feelings over someone's war not getting the respect they think it deserves.
Congratulations America
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
So what you get so worked up about.
Congratulations America
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
Oh i must have missed the part where I agreed to only post things here that are 100% irrefutable because it might ruin your sleep for days in a row proving that actually there were a few incidents that aren't consistent with an opinion about the essence. Your post have convinced me of exactly nothing.
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