History and Memory
Florence Green The final living veteran of World War I died peacefully in her sleep this weekend at the impressive age
of 110. Florence Green enlisted in Britain's Royal Air Force in 1918 at the tender age of 17 and served during the final
two months of the war. She would have turned 111 on February 19th. She outlived the last two surviving male veterans
of WWI—Claude Choules, a Royal Navy sailor and the last WWI combatant, and Frank Buckles, the last American
veteran, both of whom died last year at the age of 110. With Miss Green's passing, the end of an era is truly upon us.
The Great War Remembered:
What Were They Thinking?
I. England in 1913
II. 100th Anniversary of World War I Remembrance
1. What do the Historians Say?
2. National Commemorations
3. Everyday Figures of Speech
4. The Human Cost of War
III. Thank You for Your Service/Sacrifice
IV. How the War Was Won?
V. “Oh, What a Lovely War”
VI. WWI and Its Consequences
The Great War Remembered
or What Were They Thinking
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Testament of Youth 1 1/6 - YouTube
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Testament of Youth Episode One 1/6 BBC 1979
LEST WE FORGET Campaign
Remembrance Day
Armistice Day
German Naval Memorial
Veterans Day
Remembering…
Wars to end all wars.
This war, like the next war, is a war to end war.(Lloyd George)
The lamps are going out all over Europe,
we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime…. (Sir Edward Grey)
Make the world safe for democracy
A War to end all innocence
lost generation
Over the top.
In the trenches
Road to Tipperary
No man’s land
Dogfight
'Humpty Dumpty hammered
the Gaul
Humpty Dumpty had a big fall;
All the King's horses and all the
King's men
Can't take Kaiser Billy to Paris
again!’
Trench Warfare
Delce et Decorum
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares(2) we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest(3) began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots(4)
Of tired, outstripped(5) Five-Nines(6) that dropped behind.
Gas!(7) Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets(8) just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime(9) . . .
Dim, through the misty panes(10) and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,(11) choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud(12)
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest(13)
To children ardent(14) for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.(15)
Declaration of a Soldier
I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I
believe that the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end
it.
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war,
upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation, has now become a war of
aggression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers
entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to
change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be
attainable by negotiation.
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to
prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and
insecurities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
On behalf of those who are suffering now I make this protest against the deception which
is being practiced on them; also I believe that I may help to destroy the callous
complacence with which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of
agonies which they do not share, and which they have not sufficient imagination to
realize.
July, 1917.
S. Sassoon
How was the War Won?
Oh, What a Lovely War