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WCOTP, The Last American WW1 Vet
Frank Buckles passed away this week, he was the very last American WW1 vet to live. That leaves just two WW1 vets left alive in the world as of March 2 2011. Frank was 16 when he joined in WW1, served until 1920.
Frank was a activist for a National WW1 Memorial to be built in Washington DC and was gaining popularity to be built. Sadly, if built, will be too late for these brave soldiers to see. Now only their Grandchildren and Great Great Grandchildren will now get to see.
Soon, with the passing of the last two WW1 Vets....WW1 will go from a living history, to a recorded one.
Frank was a activist for a National WW1 Memorial to be built in Washington DC and was gaining popularity to be built. Sadly, if built, will be too late for these brave soldiers to see. Now only their Grandchildren and Great Great Grandchildren will now get to see.
Soon, with the passing of the last two WW1 Vets....WW1 will go from a living history, to a recorded one.
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World War I is the most interesting war to me. The one where mechanised war tech and traditional imperial war strategies collided...disastrously. I know WWII and its vets gets far more attention, but in many ways WWI was a far more horrible war for the soldiers that fought in it.
The Jeep came as a design of WW2..the First ones being made by Bantam in 1941 and redesigned and improved by Willys and Ford. I know, I own a 1943 Ford Jeep.
The Liberty Truck came out of WW1...my other grandfather drove one as ambulance driver, along side Walt Disney!
The Liberty Truck came out of WW1...my other grandfather drove one as ambulance driver, along side Walt Disney!
Actually, they used railways during WW1. In fact, they used light railways to move supplies from the main drop off points (usually a train yard) to the front lines of battle. The average time for an locomotive to used was 6-8 months, due to attacks from both supplies on these trains. To put in retrospect, here's an event that celebrates the usage of such trains: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuRyw6sJ-aY
Railroads in general are still in use by the military for transportation of troops and supplies to the front. In Fort Eustis, VA, the base teaches soldiers how to operate railroad equipment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clnh9aV2Jiw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_CtLV4f_TI
Railroads in general are still in use by the military for transportation of troops and supplies to the front. In Fort Eustis, VA, the base teaches soldiers how to operate railroad equipment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clnh9aV2Jiw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_CtLV4f_TI
...and Ray Croc, the man who expanded the McDonalds franchise into what it is today.
Speaking of Walt Disney, I did a drawing of him in his Ambulance uniform: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12949989/ with only the armband added to clarify what he did.
Speaking of Walt Disney, I did a drawing of him in his Ambulance uniform: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12949989/ with only the armband added to clarify what he did.
I hope it doesn;t sound disrespectful if I say that for some odd reason I'm reminded of that famous and anonymous Doughboy sergeant who supposedly yelled, "Over the top and at 'em, ya apes! You wanna live forever?"
He may not have lived forever, but this man lived a good long time and I hope for his sake that they were good years. Rest In Peace, sir, and may God bless.
He may not have lived forever, but this man lived a good long time and I hope for his sake that they were good years. Rest In Peace, sir, and may God bless.
Here they come marching past the houses, shiny boots and khaki blouses,
Stiff as the creases in their trousers, standing tall and straight and strong,
And they all keep in step together, glint of steel and flash of leather,
Braving every kind of weather as they boldly march along.
You may dismiss it as a ploy for the enlistment of the boys
Who’ll be impressed to see the toys and play the games that can be played,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Look at your sons. Before they’re older, they’ll be stronger, they’ll be bolder
Just the thing to make a soldier! and we’ll turn them into men,
And they’ll be taught to follow orders, keep the peace and guard the borders,
To protect us from marauders and defend us to the end.
But the position they’ll be filling is to be able and be willing
To be killed and do the killing when there’s a price that must be paid,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
In the pursuit of a community of decency and unity
And equal opportunity, we stand prepared to fight,
And if there’s a threat to our position from aggressive opposition
Then, with guns and ammunition, we’ll repel with all our might.
And we’ll dehumanize and hate them, send in the troops to decimate them,
As in the name of all the nation all it stands for is betrayed,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Merely the whim or intuition of an elected politician
Makes a mêlée without conditions as the monster leaves its cage.
It’s a machine that knows no quarter, dealing death and sowing slaughter,
Raping mothers, wives and daughters in an all-consuming rage.
And we may well believe we need it, and we’ll pay to arm and feed it,
But can you tell me who will lead it when the decision must be made?
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Some will wonder what’s to fear, and say that there’s no danger here,
But there has never been a year when soldiers haven’t been at war;
And the inhuman executions and the bloody revolutions
And the Ultimate Solutions, too, have all been seen before.
And there is always someone scheming, and sometimes at night, as I lie dreaming,
In the distance I hear screaming, and in my heart I feel afraid,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Here they come marching past the houses, shiny boots and khaki blouses,
Stiff as the creases in their trousers, standing tall and straight and strong,
And is it any cause for pride that now the women march beside them?
Will there be wiser gods to guide them in discerning right from wrong?
For every step is a reminder of the threat that lies behind us
If we forget the ties that bind us when the decisive game is played,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
And as the procession passes by, consider the sight before your eyes,
’Cause it’ll be you they’ll kill and die for if they are called to the crusade,
So you can love them and adore them, or you can hate them and abhor them,
But for God’s sake don’t ignore them when the boys are on parade.
--Marcus Turner
Stiff as the creases in their trousers, standing tall and straight and strong,
And they all keep in step together, glint of steel and flash of leather,
Braving every kind of weather as they boldly march along.
You may dismiss it as a ploy for the enlistment of the boys
Who’ll be impressed to see the toys and play the games that can be played,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Look at your sons. Before they’re older, they’ll be stronger, they’ll be bolder
Just the thing to make a soldier! and we’ll turn them into men,
And they’ll be taught to follow orders, keep the peace and guard the borders,
To protect us from marauders and defend us to the end.
But the position they’ll be filling is to be able and be willing
To be killed and do the killing when there’s a price that must be paid,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
In the pursuit of a community of decency and unity
And equal opportunity, we stand prepared to fight,
And if there’s a threat to our position from aggressive opposition
Then, with guns and ammunition, we’ll repel with all our might.
And we’ll dehumanize and hate them, send in the troops to decimate them,
As in the name of all the nation all it stands for is betrayed,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Merely the whim or intuition of an elected politician
Makes a mêlée without conditions as the monster leaves its cage.
It’s a machine that knows no quarter, dealing death and sowing slaughter,
Raping mothers, wives and daughters in an all-consuming rage.
And we may well believe we need it, and we’ll pay to arm and feed it,
But can you tell me who will lead it when the decision must be made?
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Some will wonder what’s to fear, and say that there’s no danger here,
But there has never been a year when soldiers haven’t been at war;
And the inhuman executions and the bloody revolutions
And the Ultimate Solutions, too, have all been seen before.
And there is always someone scheming, and sometimes at night, as I lie dreaming,
In the distance I hear screaming, and in my heart I feel afraid,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
Here they come marching past the houses, shiny boots and khaki blouses,
Stiff as the creases in their trousers, standing tall and straight and strong,
And is it any cause for pride that now the women march beside them?
Will there be wiser gods to guide them in discerning right from wrong?
For every step is a reminder of the threat that lies behind us
If we forget the ties that bind us when the decisive game is played,
And you may well prefer abstention, but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the boys are on parade.
And as the procession passes by, consider the sight before your eyes,
’Cause it’ll be you they’ll kill and die for if they are called to the crusade,
So you can love them and adore them, or you can hate them and abhor them,
But for God’s sake don’t ignore them when the boys are on parade.
--Marcus Turner
(*Nods...*) No surprise to anyone that he is my Silent Nod of the Night. Thank you, Tom.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5346243/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5346243/
The UK dosnt have many left, we lost our last army one he was 109, theres one left from the Navy living in Austraila at 110, none of them will live to see 100 year aniverary of WW1. Just hope the next generations still remember those who gave their youth in that war as they will never be able to thank them for it.
I've only just begun to learn what a hellish event that whole war was. Anyone who survived that and lived past the age of 100 had to have been fit, smart, and extremely lucky.
May I also add for those who are not aware that since this was posted, both Claude Choules and Florence Green have also passed on. As of 4 February 2012, the last people alive to remember anything about the war firsthand were very young children in France and Belgium at the time.
May I also add for those who are not aware that since this was posted, both Claude Choules and Florence Green have also passed on. As of 4 February 2012, the last people alive to remember anything about the war firsthand were very young children in France and Belgium at the time.
I needed to fave this for these reasons:
1. I got interested in World War 1 after hearing the story of the Christmas truce. It was a special due to how it brought 2 to 3 enemies together in peace for the holidays. It touched me in a very special way, which is why my Life Beside the Tracks Christmas special took place in that war: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15297868/ (there are 3 more after that one that tells a complete story.)
2. I was looking narrow gauge trains when I came across the War Department Light Railway and it's system of small tracks leading from the main rail connections to the trenches of France: http://www.wdlr.org.uk/wdlr/
3. This is more personal; On University campus (Fresno State), they erected the first memorial dedicated to the victims of the Armenian Genocide. Now I don't know anyone who is Armenian, but I do accept them as neighbors since we share the land called the Central Valley. It was placed a short distant from a memorial for the veterans who were students from the University, one of the plagues was dedicated to the men who fought in WW1. Here's a image of it: http://hyesharzhoom.com/wp-content/.....e-monument.jpg
1. I got interested in World War 1 after hearing the story of the Christmas truce. It was a special due to how it brought 2 to 3 enemies together in peace for the holidays. It touched me in a very special way, which is why my Life Beside the Tracks Christmas special took place in that war: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15297868/ (there are 3 more after that one that tells a complete story.)
2. I was looking narrow gauge trains when I came across the War Department Light Railway and it's system of small tracks leading from the main rail connections to the trenches of France: http://www.wdlr.org.uk/wdlr/
3. This is more personal; On University campus (Fresno State), they erected the first memorial dedicated to the victims of the Armenian Genocide. Now I don't know anyone who is Armenian, but I do accept them as neighbors since we share the land called the Central Valley. It was placed a short distant from a memorial for the veterans who were students from the University, one of the plagues was dedicated to the men who fought in WW1. Here's a image of it: http://hyesharzhoom.com/wp-content/.....e-monument.jpg
I hate to say this but with the passing of the last vetrean of the great war.. I feel as if the entire generation is forgotten including my ten great grand uncles all who served and died never to come home. A loss the Hein family has never quite recovered from. I cry writing this not only because your art is a beautiful representation of Buckle but it reminds me of how I wish I could have met my uncles or at least know they were buried and not still missing.
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