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Wootton Bassett: A very British way of mourning
If Wootton Bassett had had the money to build a proposed by-pass, it would never have found a place in history. Lack of funds to divert traffic has had the unforeseen consequence of turning this otherwise obscure market town in Wiltshire into a national focus for honouring those who have given their lives in the service of their country. Twice this week – on Monday, and again on Friday – townspeople, visitors and the world's media will have gathered to watch a funeral cortege as it passes down the High Street.
The ceremony that has grown up in Wootton Bassett is as simple and moving as the coffins themselves, wrapped only in the Union flag. As the hearses approach, the tenor bell of St Bartholomew's Church begins to toll. Business stops while shoppers and shopkeepers join the crowds lining the pavement. When the cortege reaches the war memorial, the president of the British Legion says a single word – "Up" – to mark the moment when ex- and serving members of the forces should begin their salute. "Down," he says 60 seconds later, as the hearses move on.
"It is a most strange feeling," says Sally Hardy, manager of the Sue Ryder charity shop. "When the bell from the parish church starts to toll and the police stop the traffic, there is just silence. It is a very unusual thing to find in a town. Just about everybody and anybody comes out. It makes me feel there but for the grace of God go my son and daughter."
Dennis Smith, 73, an assistant at butchers K & E J Crump & Sons and a former corporal in the 5th Royal Tank Regiment, also stops serving when the coffins pass. "We all stand outside the shop and take our hats off. They come out of the pubs and stand in silence. It is a very patriotic scene. Everybody shows their appreciation of what the soldiers are doing."
In the last two years, Wootton Bassett has become a very British version of Arlington, the US cemetery where respect is paid to the fallen. No fuss. No flowers or razzmatazz. No tired old formulae of condolence dished out by the PM before the argy-bargy of Prime Minister's Questions begins. Just thousands of people, young and old, standing with lowered eyes and lumps in their throats at the thought of yet more young lives ended in a distant land.
"Sometimes, people have waited three hours to pay their respects," says Mayor Steve Bucknell. "These poor guys have no more time to give, so the least we can do is give our time."
Published Last July: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/personal-view/5771032/Wootton-Bassett-A-very-British-way-of-mourning.html
From The Queen's Royal Lancers Website:
Goodbye to my England, So long my old friend
Your days are numbered, being brought to an end
To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine
But don't say you're English, that's way out of line.
The French and the Germans may call themselves such
So may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch
You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane
But don't say you're English ever again.
At Broadcasting House the word is taboo
In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliament too
Even schools are affected, staff do as they're told
They must not teach children about England of old.
Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
The pupils don't learn about them anymore
How about Agincourt, Hastings, Arnhem or Mons ?
When England lost hosts of her very brave sons.
We are not Europeans, how can we be?
Europe is miles away over the sea
We're the English from England , let's all be proud
Stand up and be counted - Shout it out loud !
Let's tell our Government and Brussels too
We're proud of our heritage and the Red, White and Blue
Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack
Let the world know - WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK !!!!
If you are English pass it on please
Sent: 13 July 2009 10:33
To: Keith Jones
Subject: FW: GMP Retired sent you a message on Facebook...
Subject: Modern Times (Area searched no trace)
This is a genuine complaint to Devon & Cornwall Police Force from an
angry member of the public.
A true email sent to the force, lengthy but brilliantly written.....>>>>>
Dear Sir/Madam/Automated telephone answering service:
Having spent the
past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to
pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try
e-mailing you instead.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your
colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija
As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments
(I think you call them youths) in St Mary's Crescent, which is just
off St Mary's Road in Bodmin.
Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a
football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This
causes an earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire
This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring
system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
The remaining five walking-abortions are happily rummaging through
several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so
thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a
saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.
I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited
attention to the bottle of Calor gas that is lying on its side between
the two bins.
If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off
then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to
lend them the matches.
Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with
them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.
What I suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless
assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt
with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath
night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a
Panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This
will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen
actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these
throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month
head start before coming to arrest me.
I remain sirs, your obedient servant .......?
The Guards Depot at Caterham in days gone past
>>>>>>> WATCH HERE <<<<<<<
From the Bath Chronicle and Weekly Gazette Thursday 17th September 1778
The Grenadiers of the whole army are now formed into two battalions,
are totally detached from their own regiments, exercise by themselves,
and held in constant readiness for detached parties.
The farmers will reap great advantages from the encampment
many Colonels, as well as he regulars as militia, having granted their men leave to work in the different hop grounds
which will be of great service to such soldiers as have wives and children, be the means of getting in the hops
a month sooner than cold be otherwise expected.
TAPS AS YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE
An apt reminder of days gone past from JP Allen Ex 1st - 3rd Bn
with appreciation to Jim White for the publication in his Sunday newsletter
Its 1947 I am doing a Buck House GUARD
But outside the railings 'not' in the COURTYARD
One rifle tap means go for a little WALK
When we meet in the middle just some small TALK
Then about turn and back to the box I GO
Cameras click & click you have to make a SHOW
Next to you they stand for a photo to be TOOK
From the corner of my eye I give a little LOOK
Now all that pomp is gone and no more DONE
I feel sorry for the Guardsmen, health and safety have WON
Now press against the railings to see the sentries CHANGE
I think somehow- that does not seem the SAME
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The British Berlin Military Train
These images are from the menu that constituted dining on the daily run through the Berlin Corridor.
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A little bit of Drumming or maybe not?
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