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Stand down Royal
Another tragic loss my sincere condolences to his family and oppos.
Respect, and RIP Royal.
RIP , :salut:
Speedy recovery to the injured.
RIP Royal , stand down , prayers & thoughts for your family & oppos . :salut:
Sorry to hear about the loss of another RM......what a waste!!
rest in pace Royal wont be forgotten
This is a copy from a post SAMA82 website which i think is fitting
When Hull moved to the premiership
When asked what it felt like to gain legendary status among the Hull fans, he said: "I'm not a legend. People use that word too much in football and I don't like it. I'm not a legend, I'm a footballer.
"I don't like that phrase because you get people like those that go and fight for the country in Iraq and those sorts of places, and I get paid a lot of money to just kick a football about and do something I enjoy.
"They are the real legends - the real heroes. Not people like me, and I don't want to be called that."
So sad - RIP Royal. Get well soon the injured lads.
RIP Royal. Thoughts with family.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
By Laurence Binyon 1914
As fitting today as it was 94 years ago. RIP Royal.
Condolences to friends and family.
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