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	<title>Comments on: Sunday Week 33 Year C (Remembrance Sunday)</title>
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		<title>By: All Things Seen and Unseen &#187; Remembrance</title>
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		<description>[...] The war to end all wars didn&#039;t.  AFTERMATH by Siegfried Sassoon (1920)  HAVE you forgotten yet?&#8230;  For the world&#039;s events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways: And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you&#039;re a man reprieved to go, Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare. But the past is just the same&#8211;and War&#039;s a bloody game&#8230; Have you forgotten yet?&#8230;  Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you&#039;ll never forget.  Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz&#8211; The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets? Do you remember the rats; and the stench Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench&#8211; And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain? Do you ever stop and ask, &#039;Is it all going to happen again?&#039;  Do you remember that hour of din before the attack&#8211; And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men? Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back With dying eyes and lolling heads&#8211;those ashen-grey Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?  Have you forgotten yet?&#8230; Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you&#039;ll never forget. [...]</description>
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<p>[...] The war to end all wars didn&#8217;t.  AFTERMATH by Siegfried Sassoon (1920)  HAVE you forgotten yet?&#8230;  For the world&#8217;s events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways: And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you&#8217;re a man reprieved to go, Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare. But the past is just the same&#8211;and War&#8217;s a bloody game&#8230; Have you forgotten yet?&#8230;  Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you&#8217;ll never forget.  Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz&#8211; The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets? Do you remember the rats; and the stench Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench&#8211; And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain? Do you ever stop and ask, &#8216;Is it all going to happen again?&#8217;  Do you remember that hour of din before the attack&#8211; And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men? Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back With dying eyes and lolling heads&#8211;those ashen-grey Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?  Have you forgotten yet?&#8230; Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you&#8217;ll never forget. [...]</p>
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