In the swirl of our lives, may we find the will to stand and contemplate, in silent stillness, all those that have suffered and passed in the conflicts of the past and present.
11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month
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In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Nomad
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My Dad sent this to me a couple of days ago, and I think it's share-worthy. Remembering all those who have given their lives in service to their country.
WHY I WEAR MY POPPY......
Why do I wear a poppy? I’ll tell you if I may,
Because I believe remembrance is not only for one day.
I wear it for the fallen, and for those falling still
For those who come back broken in body or in will.
For the parents, spouses, siblings where bereavement takes its toll.
Whose pain will never leave them, It eats into their soul
For the wino on the corner, Of his old life... nothing’s left.
Now he wishes when in battle he had died a hero’s death.
For the lad who loved a kick-about in the park with all his mates,
But now his legs are held together with pins and metal plates
For the selfless men and women whose final journey home
Is in a Union flag-draped coffin on comrades’ shoulders borne.
For all those marching proudly In Remembrance Day parades
My poppy’s worn in gratitude for the sacrifice they made.
WHY I WEAR MY POPPY......
Why do I wear a poppy? I’ll tell you if I may,
Because I believe remembrance is not only for one day.
I wear it for the fallen, and for those falling still
For those who come back broken in body or in will.
For the parents, spouses, siblings where bereavement takes its toll.
Whose pain will never leave them, It eats into their soul
For the wino on the corner, Of his old life... nothing’s left.
Now he wishes when in battle he had died a hero’s death.
For the lad who loved a kick-about in the park with all his mates,
But now his legs are held together with pins and metal plates
For the selfless men and women whose final journey home
Is in a Union flag-draped coffin on comrades’ shoulders borne.
For all those marching proudly In Remembrance Day parades
My poppy’s worn in gratitude for the sacrifice they made.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-15691954
Our garrison went silent at 1100hh, not a vehicle, not a person moved. The soldiers were in their gyms, used as churches for these occasions, the drums sitting as the altar. The children in the schools, we have three primary schools for service families, sat silently in the halls. There is no one here who hasn't been touched by the death or wounding of a soldier.
It made me proud of this country to see so many standing for those two minutes.
We will remember them.
Our garrison went silent at 1100hh, not a vehicle, not a person moved. The soldiers were in their gyms, used as churches for these occasions, the drums sitting as the altar. The children in the schools, we have three primary schools for service families, sat silently in the halls. There is no one here who hasn't been touched by the death or wounding of a soldier.
It made me proud of this country to see so many standing for those two minutes.
We will remember them.
Went to the service today downtown. The Arena holds 3500 people, and I swear we had at least 3000 there.
As John McCrae was born and raised 2 minutes from where I am sitting, we see poppies all over the city all year long.
As John McCrae was born and raised 2 minutes from where I am sitting, we see poppies all over the city all year long.
