Honouring those who have made the ultimate sacrifice at Club's closest home game to Remembrance Sunday.... Hull City are asking all supporters attending this Saturdayâs home game against Southampton to join us as we pay our respects to all members of our Armed Forces who have sacrificed their lives for our freedom. As our home game closest to the date of Remembrance Sunday, we will be remembering and honouring all of those who have made the ultimate sacrifice, those who have served in the past and those who continue to fight today to maintain our freedom, ahead of kick-off. The players will emerge from the tunnel slightly earlier than normal before the Last Post is sounded and a minuteâs silence observed. The Club will also welcome members of The Royal British Legion to the KC Stadium as our special guests, and they will be holding a collection around the ground. We thank you in advance for your support in remembering our heroes. Lest We Forget.
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.
For The Fallen by Robert 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.
BCC won't be honouring the fallen I doubt, I fully expect him on here trotting out some line that it's all a big corporate thing and that the real soldiers do their own thing seperate from all of this, in which he will participate in himself instead.
From this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me... shall be my brother. -Henry V
The older I get the more I understand the sacrifices made and the more I appreciate them. I look at my own children, now at the age that many were when giving their own lives. Humbled. Humbled and proud. Lest we forget. RIP.
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. Last post before kick off, lump in the throat stuff. RIP
My great-great grandfather died at the Battle of Arras, and then his brother died in the same battle about a week later. Lest we forget. RIP.
Great, great grandfather? Are you pretty young, Patches?Both my grandads were in WW1 but my great, great ones go back to about 1840.
I'm nearly 18, so I'd say I'm pretty young, and probably the youngest on this forum. Three of my great grandfathers served in WWII. My granddad's thinking about doing a family tree for my maternal side, but I don't know a lot about either side of my family past my maternal great-great grandfather. A lot of my relatives have served in the Armed Forces though.
Thought you must be younger than an oldie like me. Seems hard to think of great, great grandfather's fighting in a war my grandparents were in. But then when I realise I am 46 years older than you it makes sense. Worth tracing if you can. Thanks to info someone in Australia gave when they contacted my late grandparents years ago when they were doing a family tree got back to the mid 1600s on my mother's side using the internet. Only managed early 1800s on my dad's side.
Today nearly triple the crowd at the KC will line the streets of Albany,a small port town in Western Australia, to commemorate the Centenary of the day Aussie troops set sail to join WWI. Their first battle was at Gallipoli(Turkey) which commenced on the 25th of April 1915 and ended in an allied defeat and retreat to France 8 months later. After a beach landing only a few hundred metres of ground was gained and a stalemate resulted and the invasion ultimately abandoned. Casualties included 21,000 British, 8,500 Aus and over 2,500 New Zealanders out of 44,000 Allied troops(others mainly French). Total campaign dead was over 124,000 including 80,000 Turks. April 25th later became ANZAC day which today is Austalia's largest commemoration day for the fallen easily exceeding November 11th. Albany has a link with Hull as historically it was a whaling port and has a whaling museum. Finally my uncle,a Hull lad who joined the East Yorks Regiment in WW1, was killed in France and posthumously awarded the Military Medal. Some of my family will be at the KC today to remember him and all the others.
RIP to all the brave lads and lasses who gave their lives in two World Wars to preserve our freedoms. And in particular to my Dad, pilot of a Lancaster bomber which went down in flames over the Ruhrgebiet 70 years ago this weekend, and his brother, killed by Rommels Afrika Corps in the Libyan desert two years earlier. See you soon Dad.
I'd love it if the club did a third shirt in camouflage colours with proceeds going towards charity instead of a third shirt next year to wear on this weekend and one other that thet or aside a ' charity weekend'
May they all rest in peace. I'm always humbled by the fact lads and lasses my own age and younger faced untold horrors and gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.
No doubt it'll be ruined by thousands of ****wits who can't keep quiet for 60 seconds and feel compelled to clap like seals instead...
