The CIC Recognizes The Wingnut Veterans Of All Nations (November 11, 2011)


Frog Blast the Vent Core!
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.

At the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month, in 1918, the First World War came to an end when the Armistice between the Allied Powers and Germany went into effect. After four years of the most devastating war in human history to that time, the people of all nations involved tried to comprehend the level of loss that had been inflicted on an entire generation. The British Commonwealth and the United States declared November 11, in 1919, a public holiday to recognize the sacrifices made during the First World War. ?Armistice Day? became a yearly remembrance by both nations and eventually other powers. In 1954, following the Korean War, the United States changed the name of the holiday to ?Veterans Day? and made it a remembrance of all America?s veterans. The British Commonwealth recognizes November 11 today as ?Remembrance Day.? Many people wear a red poppy, a symbol of the day inspired by the red poppies that appeared across battlefields in Flanders. The poppies also inspired the poem at the start of this update, ?In Flanders Fields.?

On this November 11, 2011 (11/11/11!), the Wing Commander Combat Information Center would like to extend our thanks to all the Wingnuts veterans. We are all grateful for your sacrifices and wish all of you the best in your tours of duty and hope for your safe return.

Geoff sighed and nervously clicked his mike again. He suddenly realized that, though he had been tested before, here indeed might be the final and ultimate test. Part of him wanted to scream out that he deserved a rest, that he had played the hero, had done his bit, and now it was time for someone else, that it had to be time for someone else.

"Hey, leader, why us?" someone called sarcastically.

Hawkins chuckled sadly. "Because we're here, lads, because we're here."

Original update published on November 11, 2011
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Thank all of you for you service to your respective nations, and of course to the Confederation! ;)

Next year in Kilrah!
My Grandad was in (atleast) the first Allied offensive on the Somme.

He had other horrible stories. The one that sticks the most though, is of him and his company coming back from the front. They were atleast a mile from the front line, spirits high as they knew they would have warm bedding, showers, food and nobody shooting at them for at least a week. Some shared jokes. Others sang songs.
Then without warning, a stray shell, a misfire from a German battery, came crashing down in the middle of them. Killing many and wounding dozens more.

War is hell.
War is hell.

Here's to a future where war is only used to defend peace and not oppress others.

Thank you to those who have served his or her country with honor and duty in war and peace, sacrificing time, health, limb and life to preserve what his or her own people hold dear.
My everlasting gratitude to the service men and women and all that have come before them.