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Issue 5

Remembering the Fallen


I Do Not Know Your Name - Anon. I do not know your name, but I know you died, I do not know from where you came, but I know you died. Your uniform, branch of service, it matters not to me, Whether Volunteer or Conscript, or how it came to be That politicians’ failures, or some power-mad ambition Brought you too soon to your death, in the name of any nation. It was for each other, through shot and shell, the madness you endured, Side by side, through wound and pain, and comradeship assured, No family ties, or bloodline link, could match that bond of friend Who shared the horror and kept on going, at last until the end.

Fern Pullan Culture Editor The Remembrance Sunday annual memorial ceremony at the Cenotaph in Whitehall proved to be more sombre than anyne could have predicted - for as the Queen led the nation in paying respect to Britain’s war dead by laying her poppy wreath at the steps of the monument, news was filtering through from Afghanistan that two more British soldiers had died in action. This brings the total number of deaths in this conflict to over 200 a figure that has not been seen since the Falklands conflict of 1982. Prince Henry of Wales made his first official appearance at the ceremo-

ny, laying a wreath on behalf of his father who is visiting Canada with the Duchess of Cornwall - something entirely appropriate, one should state, considering that the Prince has recently served in Afghanistan. For the first time, there were no Old Boys present at the ceremony, as the three gentlemen who were present at the Cenotaph last November - the final men who served in the First World War - all passed away earlier this year. To turn to matters closer to home, there were many emotional scenes in Yorkshire after they returned home safely from three months on the Afghan front line. The 3rd Battalion of the Yorkshire

Regiment met their tearful families at the barracks in Warminster ahead of the Remembrance Sunday commemorations. Lance Corporal Michael O’Grady, 24, from Meanwood, Leeds, told the Yorkshire Evening Post that the relief to touch home turf was overwhelming. “It’s just a massive buzz to come home. It’s crazy, it’s so exciting. There is a massive sense of relief when you jump on the plane and you think I have survived!” After spending a few quiet days with loved ones, the 3rd Battalion paraded through Warminster on Remembrance Sunday before saluting the Field of Remembrance at a local church.

The YEP went on to report that the Battalion returned home the day after Seargant Phillip Scott,from Malton, North Yorkshire, was killed by an improvised explosive device in southern Afghanistan. The seargant died in the same week as five soldiers were shot dead in Helmand Province. Remembrance Sunday this year, despite commemorating the memories of those British men and women who have fallen in conflicts, provides a stark reminder that while the nation may stop for history; both time and war still continue. God bless the fallen, and protect the serving.

What’s On This November Lee Parkinson Reporter 17 - 22 November, Bradford Alhambra Theatre - Joseph and His Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. Visit for details. 22 November, Leeds Town Hall - The 2009 Military Music Spectacular. Experience not one, but two of the world’s finest military bands as they perform a military spectacular that will have your toes tapping, your fingers drumming, and leave you begging for more! 28 November, Nunnington Hall - An Evening of Clairvoyance with the psychic and medium Joanne Gregory. With a strong reputation for accuracy, Joanne has appeared on various TV programmes, including Living TV’s ‘Most Haunted’. Visit for details.

We cannot know, we were not there, it’sbeyond our comprehension, To know the toll that battle brings, of resolute intention, To carry on, day by day, for all you loved and hoped for, To live in peace a happy life, away from bloody war. I do not know your name, but I know you died. I do not know from where you came, but I know you died. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep Mary Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning’s hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die!