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Porcelain..... Sounds like a lot of breakage being asked for, but the artists were pointing up the fragility of Human Life. The casualty count was 88,8246 British Army Soldiers, of which one was my Great Uncle. The Somme, July, 1916.

The Flowers are now property of The Imperial War Museum.

"Pack up your troubles in your old Kit Bag, and smile, smile, smile!
While you've a Lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys, that's the Style....!
What's the use of Worrying?
It never was worthwhile.
Pack up your troubles in your old Kit Bag, and Smile,smile, smile....!"

Lest we Forget.
I'm just going by what we were told. I vaguely remember they told us it was over 600,000 poppies, but I'm not sure about the number. I probably should have taken notes. I think it was a very effective and dramatic way to illustrate the losses.
 
I'm just going by what we were told. I vaguely remember they told us it was over 600,000 poppies, but I'm not sure about the number. I probably should have taken notes. I think it was a very effective and dramatic way to illustrate the losses.
My number is correct. My Great Uncle was repped by one of those poppies. David was a Seaforth Highlander. My Grandfather Served as a Sergeant in the Argyle and Sutherland Highlanders, a Regiment often found where history was being made.
 
I understand. And I appreciate being corrected. As you said, it was very emotive. I took some panorama photos also. It was a very powerful statement.
The years pass, and little changed....perhaps because we fail to keep Faith with those Men. For those whose family members served, it is easy... for the rest of the world, too many other Wars have come and gone. The Road to Tipperary is paved now....and the Rose of Tralee gone gray....but they are remembered. 🙂
 
Sing to the tune of whatever that song is, by whatever so-call "artist' it is:
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a slut...like...me.
Don't you wish her pussy was sweet...like...mine.
Don't you wish her ass was...really...this...fine.
Don't you wish she fucked you to the moon...like...I...can...don't you wish you had...just a little of my time...

There. I think I did enough damage to the song for one night!
 
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