New Posts For Thread: Anthem for Doomed Youthhttps://community.betfair.com/chit_chat/go/thread/view/94038/23399714/anthem-for-doomed-youthWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice oIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and whttps://community.betfair.com/chit_chat/go/thread/view/94038/23399714/anthem-for-doomed-youth?post_id=416814778#416814778In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and wSun, 08 Nov 2009 04:51:51 -0600Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve! Not one of those poor men who died But did within his soul believe That death for thee was glorified. Ever they watched it hovering near That mystery 'yond thought to plumb, Perchance sometimes in loathed fearhttps://community.betfair.com/chit_chat/go/thread/view/94038/23399714/anthem-for-doomed-youth?post_id=416814774#416814774Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve! Not one of those poor men who died But did within his soul believe That death for thee was glorified. Ever they watched it hovering near That mystery 'yond thought to plumb, Perchance sometimes in loathed fearSun, 08 Nov 2009 04:49:16 -0600Stirring stuff, Paddy.And from the same poet, Dulce Et Decorum Est:**double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began thttps://community.betfair.com/chit_chat/go/thread/view/94038/23399714/anthem-for-doomed-youth?post_id=416814766#416814766Stirring stuff, Paddy.And from the same poet, Dulce Et Decorum Est:**double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began tSun, 08 Nov 2009 04:42:15 -0600What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice ohttps://community.betfair.com/chit_chat/go/thread/view/94038/23399714/anthem-for-doomed-youth?post_id=416814742#416814742What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice oSun, 08 Nov 2009 04:19:46 -0600