tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641948057403695439.post1138901321697238098..comments2024-01-05T10:25:21.118+00:00Comments on <center><i>Hull and Hereabouts</i></center>: Poppycock or false memory dayHull and Hereaboutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09286772333461551746noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641948057403695439.post-9273191716624541182019-11-18T21:15:04.141+00:002019-11-18T21:15:04.141+00:00Why do you think the BBC showed the wrong, older, ...Why do you think the BBC showed the wrong, older, clip? Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11194188821669863989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641948057403695439.post-14844998473545325752019-11-17T06:11:48.111+00:002019-11-17T06:11:48.111+00:00Yes, & then the BBC showed the wrong clip on o...Yes, & then the BBC showed the wrong clip on one news broadcast - an older clip, with a tidy Boris & the wreath right-side-up. And now a conspiracy theory is raging about a BBC cover-up. morbid moraghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17092895988456082523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641948057403695439.post-15882091235837836682019-11-14T00:32:39.301+00:002019-11-14T00:32:39.301+00:00Boris actually did that?Boris actually did that?William Kendallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00331324250821836822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641948057403695439.post-21233917017694626232019-11-12T19:57:43.005+00:002019-11-12T19:57:43.005+00:00The think that has always rankled with me is the c...The think that has always rankled with me is the commandeering of the poor poppy, which is the universal symbol for sleep and oblivion - rightly so, considering its medical properties. Suddenly, because "On Flanders field the poppies grow", it's supposed to represent remembrance, pretty damn near the opposite. This kind of thing never goes anywhere good; look at what happened to that emblem of all things good, the swastika.<br /><br />At least John McCrae, who wrote the poem, knew the real symbolism of the poppy -<br />Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br />To you from failing hands we throw<br />The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />If ye break faith with us who die<br />We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />In Flanders fields.<br />That final verse is seldom quoted, for some reason. morbid moraghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17092895988456082523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641948057403695439.post-76762215821154406872019-11-12T01:16:49.579+00:002019-11-12T01:16:49.579+00:00I learned about war from listening to my father an...I learned about war from listening to my father and his friends discussing the Second World War but if I had to say what war memory carries the most weight, I'd say it was my memories of the filmed version of "Oh! What a Lovely War", a bitter mix of history and satire set to music. That musical captures the enormity of the stupidity which led to the First World War. Stupidity that resulted in "acceptable losses" being counted in the hundreds of thousands. I wear my Canadian poppy and fear that the chant "never again" is growing weaker with the passing of time.Rockinonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16466451909515114927noreply@blogger.com