PAIX

PAIX
La paix est une chose la plus primordial que je connaisse.

On m'a raconter un jour qu'il existe un cloche en Asie ( désoler je ne connais pas le pays et si quelqu'un le connais dite le moi ) ou un cloche a été fabriquée. Cette cloche sonnera le jour ou il n'y aura plus aucune guerre dans le monde.


JUSQU'A PRESENT ELLE N'A JAMAIS SONNE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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# Posté le vendredi 30 décembre 2005 18:01

poème

poème
voilà voilà pour vous informer, les textes dont le titre est répété entre guillemets ( " ) sont des textes de soldats de la seconde guerre qui ont écrit des poèmes ce qui leur permettait de s'évader du cauchemar dans lequel il vivait. bon lecture heu desoler je n'ai pas les traduction pour les texte en anglais.
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# Posté le lundi 02 janvier 2006 13:56

"The Hour is Go" "The Hour is Go"

"The Hour is Go" "The Hour is Go"
"The Hour is Go"

One's eyes close tight and families fade,
When going to war which evil men made.
Though anxious and frightened, we do'nt let it show,
For the day is approaching, when the Airborne must go

Each day now rolls post; we wait just the same,
But D-Day is near, and for this we all came.
The hour grows near; each man feels it inside,
And soon we'll be falling, with nowhere to hide.

Our eyes are now down and chatter the same,
Each weapon now loaded, no longer a game.
Eagles gather round and bow your heads low,
Europe awaits and the hour is go.

Planes rumble past as we wait for our turn,
To fly over waters we have yet to each earn.
Checked bullets and straps, left nothing to chance,
The jumpmaster stands, calls "Welcome To France"

Flak turns to fire in the blackest of night,
Too low, too fast, can't jump from this height.
There's no turning back, the risk has been taken,
Freefall into hell, paratrooper's forsaken

Eagles hold tight, scattered prayers to survive,
We'll hit the ground soon, whether dead or alive.
As feet touch the ground, each soldier turns on,
Confusion and fear are beaten and gone.

The enemy is close and sad they don't know
The airborne is here, it's time they must go
The hour is now, Hitler's had is last chance
On St. Micheal's wings, we're taking back france.


Francis J. Turner
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# Posté le lundi 02 janvier 2006 13:59

Modifié le samedi 29 avril 2006 04:57

"The Hills of Bastogne ""The Hills of Bastogne "

"The Hills of Bastogne ""The Hills of Bastogne "
"The Hills of Bastogne "

The crop shall be full in Belgium next year,
The soil should be fertile, but the price has been dear.
The wheat should be red on the hills of Bastogne.
For its roots have been drenched with the blood of our own.

Battered and reeling we stand in their way.
It's here we are, and here we'll stay.
Embittered, wrathful, we watch our pals fall.
God, where is the end? The end of it all?

Confident and powerful they strike at our lines.
But we beat them back, fighting for time.
Berserk with fury, they are hitting us now
flesh against steel, we'll hold, but how?

For each day that we stay, more Mothers must grieve.
For each hill we hold, more men must we leave.
Yes, honor the men who someday come home,
But pray for the men, 'neath the hills of Bastogne.

Bernard J. McKearney
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# Posté le lundi 02 janvier 2006 14:01

Modifié le samedi 29 avril 2006 04:57

« That Something »« That Something »

« That Something »« That Something »
« That Something »

It's funny, how one can lie,
and remember things of days gone by.
And in perhaps one short minute,
recapture a past year and all thats in it.
It's funny, how a quiet room, gives chance to ponder,
sending our thoughts back through time to wander
Perhaps a tune, or even a funny phrase,
will recall something that happened in by-gone days.
Everyone stores up things that have past,
some are forgotten, others will always last.
But a soldier who has been to war,
has in life's memory book, something more.
"Something" that can only be,
in the memories of men, like you and me.
"Something" that is born midst shot and shell,
develops and grows in times of bloody hell.
This "comradeship" as it is known by us,
of which we never make much fuss.
Is this "something" which in our minds was set
in lands where many are lying yet.
And so I remember from the start,
the lads I knew, now far apart
my soldiering is finished, I leave it all behind,
but that "something" comes with me in my mind.

Ronald Tee
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# Posté le lundi 02 janvier 2006 14:01

Modifié le samedi 29 avril 2006 05:03