In Memory

Nov. 11th, 2010 04:22 pm
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In Memory of Rifleman Fred Kottman, 21st Battalion, London Regiment (1st Surrey Rifles). Born 1899, London, died 1st September 1918, France.





Fred is the soldier with the cross next to him in the two pictures, and is my great-great uncle. I wish I knew who the other soldiers in the pictures are, and what happened to them. Its so sad to look at the second picture especially, as they are so young and look so happy! Just recently I've read The Lost Voices of the First World War, which is a record of the memories of soldiers who fought in the First World War. It really brought it home to you what it was like, and how they suffered. I wish also that I'd known the circumstances of Fred signing up. What did his mum think? Were any of his friends going? I don't think its a regiment from his part of London, and why was that? And he was so young.....its so sad.

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What 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 for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.


- Wilfred Owen, 1917.

Dulce Et Decorum Est

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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy 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,
Obscene as cancer, 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.


- Wilfred Owen. (1893 - 1918)

*Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori - It is sweet and right to die for your country

"Just mothers to stand in vain and cry / Tears and medals in the rain / ....on this day we praise the fallen...." - VNV Nation, "Honour"
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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 tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy 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,
Obscene as cancer, 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.


- Dulce Et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen. (1893 - 1918)

In the following pictures, Fred Kottman is the one with the cross near to him.

They are young, younger than most of us who read this. Yet they are now gone. Killed too young, needlessly. And yet it STILL continues.

Also in memory of Harry Patch and Henry Allingham - their great ages shows how much potential had been lost.

Lest We Forget. RIP.



In Memorium

Nov. 9th, 2008 07:16 pm
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In Memory of Fred Kottman, 1899 - 1918, Killed on the Somme, 1st September 1918

Fred was my great-great-uncle, my great grandmother's brother. He was a rifleman of the London Regiment, in the 21st Surrey Rifles, and was killed in the First World War in France. His grave is now in Sailly Saillisell British Cemetary in France.

For the 1st September 1918, his batallion's war diary reads:

5.30am - The batallion was in position on the right of the Brigade sector with the 15th Batallion on the left and the 17th Batallion on the right to mop up Rancourt. The attack began at this hour and reached the enemy system west of St Pierre Yasst Wood. Casualties were fairly heavy, and the line was only weakly held"

In the picture below Fred Kottman is the one on the left.



The picture below is of Fred (he is the one with the cross drawn above him) and his fellow soldiers. They all look so young, and so happy. It is horrible to think of the likely fate of most of these boys. They look younger than most of you who will read this.



They Will Not Grow Old, As We That Are Left Shall Grow Old,
Age Shall Not Weary Them, Nor The Years Condemn,
At The Going Down Of The Sun And In The Morning,
We Shall Remember Them

- from "For The Fallen", Lawrence Binyon

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 tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy 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 lime9 . . .
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,
Obscene as cancer, 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*.

- Dulce et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen

*Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori - It is sweet and right to die for your country

Well.

Jan. 6th, 2007 02:12 am
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Why is it that every other site is so hard to work compared to vampirefreaks? Its very annoying, because I think I can do it, and I know something about HTML, but I don't! Very annoying :)

But anyway. Not sure if anyone reads this, but I'll update it anyway! Life is pretty ok at the moment, apart from the fact that I don't have a job...but hopefully the agency will get back to me about that! The college said they didn't want me anymore, even though they don't have a receptionist yet, which means the admin staff have to do it, and they hate that, I don't know why they didn't just keep me on! But oh well. So at the moment I'm just sleeping a lot..going on the internet a lot...looking for jobs a lot! Though today I found some good ones to apply to, I'll have to do that, and I've just sent off a load of letters to lots of historical places in London and the surrounding area asking about jobs, so hopefully some of them will get back to me soon.
On the friends/going out front, its pretty good, got some great things lined up to do:

Gorgeous Heroes gig on 6th Jan (today actually, haha)
Alien Sex Fiend gig, and then club, on 13th Jan
Synthetic Culture on 19th Jan
Slab Nine gig on 20th Jan

So that should all be fun! I would quite like to go back to Norwich to go to Chains On Velvet again, and see Matt, Fiona etc, but unfortunately it's on the same weekend as Synthetic Culture, so I don't know if I'll be able to fit that in! Sometime soon hopefully. Though they really should come to Synthetic Culture - it's great :)
I wish KT didn't live so far away! It's so cool when she comes to visit us here in Hemel, hehe. Haven't really spoken to Sean much.... Rob is still being nice (both fortunately, and unfortunately, but its mainly good at the moment :) ) Katie is still a good sister :p Nathan is still there to talk to on msn etc, which is cool :) So yeah, I mainly have great friends at the moment! :)

America over Christmas was great. Had a good New Year. I've been really getting more into my family history at the moment, as I've been talking to a guy on the net who is part of my family...the grandson of my great nan's sister! (not sure what that makes him to me though!) He's shown me some great pictures, and had some great information about my great great uncle fred who died in the first world war, so that's been really interesting. And I've sent him pictures and information as well, which he really appreciated! :) What I need to do now is to go to the Family Records Centre, and get some birth and death certificates. That'll be really interesting...its always fun to find out what someone died of! I'd also like to go to some of the churches my ancestors were married/christened in, that would be so cool. Thats if they're still there, most of them are in the East End of London, which as everyone knows got very bombed in the second world war....but I'm still going to go along and see! :)

Really the only part of my life which is a bit rubbish is the job front..and hopefully that'll be sorted soon!
I hope that everyone who reads this is well, and that their lives are going well for them too! :)

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