tortietta: (I remember)
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

-- Laurence Binyon


Lest We Forget
tortietta: (you don't say?)
Every Australian over the age of 18 should have the right to vote revoked and destroyed. Actually, lets kill the teen fan-girl vote while we're at it, too. Even better, all voting in Australia should banned completely. Period.


There are some people that will never be forgotten. Christopher Reeve is one of those people. RIP, Superman. You will never be forgotten. :(
tortietta: (love)
Happy 21st Birthday, Matt.


Thank you for making my childhood so enjoyable. Thank you for sticking by me, even when our families drifted apart. I will never forget the times we spent together; the Barbie dolls that were destroyed; the mischief we caused. I will never forget the food fights or the water fights; the long meaningful conversations; the fun we had.

I still remember the time we snuck into your parents room and discovered your parents secret stash of sex toys and the time we then spent trying to figure out what they were used for. I remember the time you gave me a dead bird for my birthday so I gave you dog turd wrapped in toilet paper. I remember when you broke your arm and we made snowmen on plastic boxes.

Cicadas. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Barbie dolls. Plastic pools. I cannot help but remember you whenever I think of any of these things. I'm sorry I didn't have the strength to say goodbye to you the way you deserved, but I have never stopped thinking of you.

I will never forget you. Thank you for being a wonderful friend; my best friend. I wish you could be here today -- your 21st birthday. Today is your day, Matt. I always thought I would be celebrating this day with you. I wish you had been given the chance to really live. I will never stop thinking of you. I will never stop loving you.


Happy 21st Birthday.

Matthew Marshall Turner.

15/9/83 - 4/11/99
tortietta: (I remember)
At the going down of the sun...

I crouched in a shallow trench on that hell of exposed beaches... steeply rising foothills bare of cover... a landscape pockmarked with war's inevitable litter... piles of stores... equipment... ammunition... and the weird contortions of death sculptured in Australian flesh... I saw the going down of the sun on that first ANZAC Day... the chaotic maelstrom of Australia's blooding.

I fought in the frozen mud of the Somme... in a blazing destroyer exploding on the North Sea... I fought on the perimeter at Tobruk... crashed in the flaming wreckage of a fighter in New Guinea... lived with the damned in the place cursed with the name Changi.

I was your mate... the kid across the street... the med. student at graduation... the mechanic in the corner garage... the baker who brought you bread... the gardener who cut your lawn... the clerk who sent your phone bill.

I was an Army private... a Naval commander... an Air Force bombardier. No man knows me... no name marks my tomb, for I am every Australian serviceman... I am the Unknown Soldier.

I died for a cause I held just in the service of my land... that you and yours may say in freedom... I am proud to be an Australian.

-- Unknown Soldier



Life is too precious to waste. Don't spend your life wondering 'what if', spend your life doing. Seize the day, and make your life what you want it to be. In this world filled with acts of terrorism, never foget who you are. Live your life to the fullest, and cherish each and every day. We may not be able to stop acts of war and terrorism, but we can do our part in remembering those who gave their lives for us. It doesn't matter where you're from, always remember; always make of your life what you can.


For the Fallen

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

-- Laurence Binyon



Lest We Forget
tortietta: (11/11)
For the Fallen

They shall not grow old.
As we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them.

Laurence Binyon

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