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Lest we forget…

November 11, 2009

Today DH and I celebrate our 8 year wedding anniversary. Not only did we marry on this day 8 years ago we also met on this day, 11 years ago, in 1998 ♥

Today is also my mum’s birthday. She would have been 59 years old today.

So it really is a day of mixed emotions.

It is also Remembrance day, which is set aside on the 11th day of the 11th month and we observe a minutes silence at 11am – as a day to remember the sacrifice of those who have died for Australia in wars and conflicts.
It was originally known as Armistice Day.
In most ceremonies of remembrance there is a reading of an appropriate poem designed to help the listener understand the experiences of service people and their relatives in wartime.
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.
John McCrae (1872–1918)

For the fallen
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 at 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.

Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)

I have made the most remembered verse bold, from the poem “for the fallen”



One Comment leave one →
  1. November 13, 2009 2:06 pm

    Congrats on your wedding anniversary!

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