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Remembrance Day

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Greetings all..  whilst this is Veterans day in the US, in Canada (and Britain and the rest of the Commonwealth) today is Remembrance Day..  11:00 am on the 11th day of the 11th month.  Sometimes also known as Poppy day.. The date and time is that of the signing of the Armestice in WW1 and is to honour all servicemen of all nations who gave their lives in all wars past and present.

The following was written by a Canadian, John McCrae and is commonly spoken during the remembrance service.

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 my case, there are many I remember, but the most direct one, for me, is a friend called Mark.

Sleep well Mark..  we will remember.

For those interested..  some background for my personal remembrance.

35 years on, the following, written by Nick Lutwyche still sums up my remembrance..

Decades later, there are days when it is forgotten,
until some flickering image or incoherent sound
commands an unwanted replay of the old news,
recreating those images of family flashing past
preceding playback of combat that destroys my peace.

Then, violent shadows of lonely death haunt me.
The winged missiles that seek out ships,
bring the rage of fire, flood and smoke -
backdrop for the cries of wounded men,
and the quiet of sudden death.

The silvery screening of those tiny airplanes, searching
for my ship, my fellow seafarers, transfixes me.
Sweat glistens, body hair stands up, I'm holding my breath.
Honey, she says, leaning across the settee,
Come back, talk to me – please.
So many years on,
and my silent, lost comrades will not let me speak.


Thank you for reading and we will always remember them.



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Oh mothers, wipe your tears, your sons will rest a million years.

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Give or take 10 minutes, I will go outside to play The Last Post and The Rouse on my Trumpet.  I have done this every year, wherever I live, if I am not attending the local ceremony.  Lest We Forget.


11:07 Edit: I played, I remembered.  A neighbor came over and said thank you.  My chops are all gone because I've not been practicing but its a song that gets etched into you if you've played it at ceremony before.

God Bless.

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Oddly enough, for all the history I’ve read; I was unaware of ‘In Flanders Fields’ until I saw it referenced in a Galforce fanfic. (An anime from the ‘80’s.)

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