The Armenian genocide started in 1915 yes but as my post stated it wasn't the fighting on the western front which Shaun was trying to claim as a genocide. The fighting was truly awful and the casualties are staggering but that isn't a genocide that's frontal attacks on fixed defences without armour or effective artillery support both things the allies would eventually create. Shaun's post said the very fighting of the war was an act of genocide by the governments that claim is the one I refuted.
Uhm… did you just made me look stupid? i cant tell…[/quote] Do you not realize that countries other than America have different ways of doing things? Like 9/11 for us would be 11/9 for Europe. He said 11/11, the day of the Armistice of WW1. He wasn't even thinking about 9/11, but instead of Remembrance Day, where all the WW1 powers sell poppies and stuff to commemorate the war to end all wars.[/quote] He was using d/m/yyyy instead of m/d/yyyy
Sep cleared that up pretty well. I'd like to draw attention to how this thread was derailed numerous times and saw unnecessary disrespect, yet Willys current thread (about the USA) is received with huge enthusiasm. Yeah, it shows. :roll:
The OP could have prevented all this by doing a better job in explaining what this is to him/y'all. Still, support *all flags emoji*
Not sure how that's unclear ? He suggested a two minute silence at 11am on November 9th for the Remembrance Sunday service. It was later posts which caused confusion.
Support. Many people in the US have relatives from across the water. Cousins, grandparents, sister and brothers. Aunts and Uncles. I can't deny the attempt to distance ourselves culturally to be unique, but the roots are still there. When in doubt about a subject asking helps. So does google. People familiar with the culture don't need a in depth explanation of wasted words.
For those of you that wish to remember or choose not to forget here are some song words you may use to reflect ..... Willie McBride Well how do you do Private William McBride, Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside? And rest for awhile beneath the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day and now I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916; Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean, Or, young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? Refrain: Did they beat the drum slowly, Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the Death March As they lowered you down? Did the band play "The Last Post And Chorus?" Did the pipes play "The Flowers Of The Forest?" Did you leave 'ere a wife or a sweetheart behind? In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined? And although you died back in 1916, In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen? Or are you a stranger without even a name, Enclosed forever behind a glass pane, In an old photograph, torn, and battered and stained, And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame? Refrain: Ah the sun now it shines on these green fields of France, The warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance, And look how the sun shines from under the clouds; There's no gas, no barbed wire, there're no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard is still No Man's Land, The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, To a whole generation that was butchered and damned. Refrain: Ah, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why, Did all those who lay here really know why they died? And did they believe when they answered the call, Did they really believe that this war would end war? For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain, The killing and dying were all done in vain, For, young Willie McBride, it all happened again, And again and again and again and again. Refrain: