Three RAF Servicemen Lost in Iraq
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RIP fellas,
my sincere, and heartfelt condolences to the families left behind. Others will use better words and phrases than I can, so I shall simply say goodbye, sleep well.
my sincere, and heartfelt condolences to the families left behind. Others will use better words and phrases than I can, so I shall simply say goodbye, sleep well.
Rest in Peace, guys.
It feels close to home, as their colleague and room-mate is my neice's fiancee, and is home on R and R with us. We are doing all we can for him at this difficult time.
It feels close to home, as their colleague and room-mate is my neice's fiancee, and is home on R and R with us. We are doing all we can for him at this difficult time.
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I was fortunate enough to be working with these guys over the last month and unfortunately witnessed the events. A more professional bunch of lads you could not meet and on behalf of all of us on IRT, we salute you.
RIP lads and our sincere thoughts go out to family, friends and colleagues at this difficult time.
1419 Flt
RIP lads and our sincere thoughts go out to family, friends and colleagues at this difficult time.
1419 Flt
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my thoughts and prayers are with you all from those we lost and their loved ones left behind to the raf community who will not forget. sadly i know the pain of losing someone special in iraq and though there are no words that can ease your pain or the devastaing loss you feel you are not alone.
rest in peace
rest in peace
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Anyone else feel sick whenever they log on to the Defence Intranet?
Every day a new happy smiling face. Another death of the day.
What a sickening waste. I am minded to remove the Intranet as my home page butthen I would just be ignoring the problem as perhaps too many are doing.
Every day a new happy smiling face. Another death of the day.
What a sickening waste. I am minded to remove the Intranet as my home page butthen I would just be ignoring the problem as perhaps too many are doing.
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God Bless you all. We should always remember that every day our guys ,knowing the risks, still go forward together with strength and courage. You really are the best there is.
Sleep Well.
Sleep Well.
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Rest in peace lads. We all had something in common with you and we still feel your loss and share your loved ones grief.
Per Ardua
"No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day."
Per Ardua
"No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day."
