I am sorry but I am being greedy here and having 2 entries to Alphabet Thursday. But it struck me a while ago as I watched the news that today is 11th day of the11th Month at 11am . A timefor us to stop and remember .
I wear my poppy with pride.
This to me is a small thing to wear at this time of November.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
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.
The poppy is a small remnder of the huge sacrifice that men and women have made in wars.
395,000 - Lost their lives during the Second World War
721 - Lost their lives during the Northern Ireland Troubles 1969 - Present
237 - Lost their lives during the Falklands Conflict - 1982
45 - Lost their lives during The Gulf War 1991
237 - Lost their lives during Afghanistan
179 - Lost their lives during Iraq 2003 - 2009
Not to mention all the rest from other nations .
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.
The Ode comes from For the Fallen, a poem by the English poet and writer Laurence Binyon and was published in London in The Winnowing Fan: Poems of the Great War in 1914. This verse, which became the Ode for the Returned and Services League, has been used in association with commemoration services in Australia since 1921.
Let us tht have not livd through war remember what it must have been like for thse that did, and for those today.
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