As some of you may know the Museum has for some time been planning to unveil its memorial to the three Charlton players/officials who fell in the first world war.
The memorial, in Portland stone, has been ready for some time and it has now been placed on the external wall of the West stand next to the existing memorial.
The memorial is behind the statue of Sam Bartram.
The new memorial contains the names of Jim McKenzie, Fred Chick and Nobby Nightingale and has been paid for and organised by the museum as has its placement on the wall.
To tie in with the club's Armed Forces Day the memorial will be officially unveiled on Saturday 19th November by a serving soldier who is also a Charlton fan.
We will speak about the three men and unveil the memorial from 2.15 pm. We will then have a bugler play the last post before dispersing at around 2.25/2.30 pm.
There will be other events on the pitch prior to the game arranged by the club.
We invite fans of both Charlton and Port Vale to gather by the statue of Sam Bartram from 2.00 pm onwards to join the act of remembrance.
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That's how you roll out a good news story without fucking it up.
Or maybe this releasing a statement after something has actually been achieved is a good idea.
Well done all involved.
Let's leave it at that rather than politicising it.
It's a time for coming together to pay our respects.
Neither side of any current divide will do anything that compromises what the event is about and I for one would openly welcome attendance by the SMT or club officials as we remember those Addick's that lost their lives in the service of their country.
MATTHEW COPSE
Once in thy secret close, now almost bare,
Peace yielded up her bountiful largess;
The dawn dropp'd sunshine thro' thy leafy dress;
The sunset bathed thy glade with beauty rare.
Spring once wove here her tapestry of flowers,
The primrose sweet, the errant celandine;
The blue-bell and the wild rose that doth twine
Its beauty 'round the laughing summer hours.
Here lovers stole unseen at deep'ning eve,
High-tide within their hearts, love in their eyes,
And told a tale whose magic never dies
That only they who love can quite believe.
Now 'mid thy splinter'd trees the great shells crash,
The subterranean mines thy deeps divide;
And men from Death and Terror there do hide-
Hide in thy caves from shrapnel's deadly splash.
Yet 'mid thy ruins, shrine now desolate,
The Spring breaks thro' and visions many a spot
With promise of the wild-rose-tho' belate-
And the eternal blue forget-me-not.
So Nature flourishes amid decay,
Defiant of the fate that laid her low;
So Man in triumph scorning Death below
Visions the springtide of a purer day:
Dreams of the day when rampant there will rise
The flowers of Truth and Freedom from the blood
Of noble youth who died: when there will bud
The flower of Love from human sacrifice.
There by thr fallen youth, where heroes lie,
Close by each simple cross the flowers will spring,
The bonnes enfants will wander in Spring,
And lovers dream those dreams that never die.
JUNE, 1916
John William Streets :kia 1st July 1916.
He also contributed towards David Bowie's Grandfather that appeared in the mirror earlier this week.
http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/david-bowies-hero-grandfather-died-9281791
Hope to see a few others.