In Reply to: World War/Rememberance Day posted by Bernard J. Halligan on November 12, 2008 at 16:50:53:

a cara......as someone who remembers w.w.2 very well ....the horrific accounts of the blitz.....the v1's and v2 assaults on england .....the tales of horror recounted by my very good friend karl wheymere and his sister....german refugee children in the care of buddy and mrs staunton.....the vision of bombed out dulwich and north london when i first fled to england.....and coming from a military family....my grandfather cornelius o callaghan...who incidentally was a vitoria cross recipient....i always no matter where i am on the 11th hour of the 11th month remeber those that fought ...those that gave the supreme sacrifice that we may live....here is a little lyric that says it all...
They fought and some died for their homeland
They fought and some died now it’s our land
Look at his little child, there’s no fear in her eyes
Could he not show respect for other dads who have died?

Take two minutes, would you mind?
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls who went over
In peace may they rest, may we never forget why they died.
It’s a pittance of time

God forgive me for wanting to strike him
Give me strength so as not to be like him
My heart pounds in my breast, fingers pressed to my lips
My throat wants to bawl out, my tongue barely resists

But two minutes I will bide
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls who went over
In peace may they rest, may we never forget why they died.
It’s a pittance of time

Read the letters and poems of the heroes at home
They have casualties, battles, and fears of their own
There’s a price to be paid if you go, if you stay
Freedom is fought for and won in numerous ways

Take two minutes would you mind?
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls all over
May we never forget our young become vets
At the end of the line it’s a pittance of time

It takes courage to fight in your own war
It takes courage to fight someone else’s war
Our peacekeepers tell of their own living hell
They bring hope to foreign lands that the hatemongers can’t kill.

Take two minutes, would you mind?
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls who go over
In peacetime our best still don battle dress
And lay their lives on the line.
It’s a pittance of time

In Peace may they rest, lest we forget why they died.
Take a pittance of time ....
olibhear ocillin
.............tog go bog e....