Discovered in Remembrance
Nov. 1st, 2008 07:54 pmAt the eleventh hour of the eleventh day, in the month of November 1918 - ninety years ago this year - there was a strange kind of quiet over the trenches and battlefields of the Great War. It was the quiet of peace, the official end of a madness that had consumed men and women the world over in what they thought had been the War To End All Wars.
Of course it wasn't, and while we shall remember them at 11am on the 11th of the 11th, we are also now remembering the men and women who died in the Second World War, and in all the countless wars and political non-wars since.
The lads were born just after the end of the Second World War, and they grew up in a time when most people hoped to be able to live out their lives in peace. It wasn't to be. Fanon and canon has Bodie involved in wars in the Congo, Angola, the Middle East and Northern Ireland. Doyle was a policeman, but he talks of the Yom Kippur War, which lasted a mere twenty days but killed over ten thousand people, and of course the Cold War whose death toll will probably always be unknowable.
Bodie, Doyle, Cowley and all the other CI5 agents are deeply immersed in that Cold War, and others. Lithium Doll made a video years ago that's a salient reminder of how the CI5 world works - Fields of Marigold. If you don't already know it, then I totally recommend you wander over to Circuit via the link and download it to watch. Pros doesn't pretend that those dying as their "duty" die more romantically than the rest of us. Charlie may or may not survive being shot in the left lung, Jack is shot in the stomach, and Tony Miller dies ingloriously - just as those who really died "for their duty".
We thought we might remember them all, this year, with a Discovered in Remembrance challenge.
Between now and 11am lad's time (GMT) on the Sunday that falls after the 11th November (Sunday 16th November) we invite you to post your fic, your artwork, your vids and thoughts to commemorate both the CI5 agents who fall in the line of duty, and the millions of people around the world who have been killed by war. If you would like a specific prompt then please comment below - or if you're simply inspired by your own thoughts, or by
empty_mirrors' banner and think you might like to join in, it'd be nice if you'd comment to let us know - but not compulsory!
Of course it wasn't, and while we shall remember them at 11am on the 11th of the 11th, we are also now remembering the men and women who died in the Second World War, and in all the countless wars and political non-wars since.
The lads were born just after the end of the Second World War, and they grew up in a time when most people hoped to be able to live out their lives in peace. It wasn't to be. Fanon and canon has Bodie involved in wars in the Congo, Angola, the Middle East and Northern Ireland. Doyle was a policeman, but he talks of the Yom Kippur War, which lasted a mere twenty days but killed over ten thousand people, and of course the Cold War whose death toll will probably always be unknowable.
Bodie, Doyle, Cowley and all the other CI5 agents are deeply immersed in that Cold War, and others. Lithium Doll made a video years ago that's a salient reminder of how the CI5 world works - Fields of Marigold. If you don't already know it, then I totally recommend you wander over to Circuit via the link and download it to watch. Pros doesn't pretend that those dying as their "duty" die more romantically than the rest of us. Charlie may or may not survive being shot in the left lung, Jack is shot in the stomach, and Tony Miller dies ingloriously - just as those who really died "for their duty".
We thought we might remember them all, this year, with a Discovered in Remembrance challenge.
Between now and 11am lad's time (GMT) on the Sunday that falls after the 11th November (Sunday 16th November) we invite you to post your fic, your artwork, your vids and thoughts to commemorate both the CI5 agents who fall in the line of duty, and the millions of people around the world who have been killed by war. If you would like a specific prompt then please comment below - or if you're simply inspired by your own thoughts, or by
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Date: 2008-11-01 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 08:42 pm (UTC)Sombre the night is:
And, though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lurks there.
From "Returning, We Hear The Larks" (http://website.lineone.net/~nusquam/thelarks.htm) by Isaac Rosenberg
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Date: 2008-11-01 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 09:17 pm (UTC)Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks,
Reading the Sunday papers - I saw a fox
And mentioned it in the note I scribbled home; -
And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome,
From "All Day It Has Rained" (http://website.lineone.net/~nusquam/alldayit.htm) by Alun Lewis
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Date: 2008-11-01 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 09:23 pm (UTC)Twenty years ago
My generation learned
To be afraid of mud.
From "Mud" (http://website.lineone.net/~nusquam/mud.htm) by Richard Church
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Date: 2008-11-01 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 09:32 pm (UTC)Hope this tickles the muse, me dear.
The first to climb the parapet
With the "cricket balls" in either hand;
The first to vanish in the smoke
Of God-forsaken No Man's Land;
First at the wire and soonest through,
First at those red-mouthed hounds of hell,
The Maxims, and the first to fall, --
They do their bit and do it well.
From "The Cricketers of Flanders" (http://website.lineone.net/~nusquam/cricketr.htm) by James Norman Hall
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Date: 2008-11-01 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 09:36 pm (UTC)I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space
All my own!
From "What the Bullet Sang" (http://website.lineone.net/~nusquam/bullet.htm) by Bret Harte
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Date: 2008-11-01 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-01 11:58 pm (UTC)Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
From "Here Dead We Lie" () by A.E. Houseman
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Date: 2008-11-07 09:36 pm (UTC)If it's not too late:
I ask no honours on the field,
That other men have won as brave as he -
I only pray that God may shield
My son, and bring him safely back to me!
From "My Son" by Ada Tyrrell
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Date: 2008-11-08 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-04 11:55 am (UTC)I don't think I need a prompt though, I have a plot bunny forming as we speak!
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