At The 11th Hour Of The 11th Day Of The 11th Month......

...... We Will Remember Them.

Able Seaman Thomas William Partington

Corporal Henry Partington

....and the one who survived,

Fusilier Albert Partington (WW II)

BLACKBURN MAN RETURNS AFTER THREE YEARS

After three years of captivity - eighteen months in Italy and a similar period in Germany - Fusilier Albert Partington, 95 Moss Street, Blackburn, has returned home. He was one who marched from Silesia to Sudetenland. He has been four and a half years in the army and was captured in Libya.

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Dulce Et Decorum Est - Wilfred Owen

Bent 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 to trudge.

Men marched asleep, many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecatacy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs

Bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.