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Sunday, 11 November 2012


Thinking of those who are lost at war.
We will remember.


  1. Today I just finished reading a memoir of growing up during the Blitz in London: World's End by Donald Wheal. His account of the bombing that destroyed his estate was the most vivid, most terrifying I have ever read. So moving!

  2. We always remember and have just watched the Cenotaph memorial and march past. Other Half remembers his brother in Bomber Command, killed 24 December 1943 and I remember a Great Uncle killed in France 16 November 1916. We will remember them all, they all gave their lives that we may live in peace. Ann x

  3. Can't help feeling that remembrance day is missing the point. Personally, I think instead of just accepting that people die in wars it whould be used to protest about wars in general. Wars do NOT solve anything and a WRONG! Rant over.

    1. Remembrance Day is just that - Remembering! Not using the day as a protest. Of course wars do not solve anything but they have been going on for centuries and as long as there are people who want power or victory over other people in whatever forms, they will keep happening. Sad and pointless, all those deaths and suffering.

  4. Last year, for the first time in my life, I was able to go to France and visit the grave of my paternal Grandfather. He was killed in the last few days of WW1 and left behind a pregnant wife and a 2 year old son (my Dad). I know it sounds daft but I stood by his grave and told him what wonderful sons he had had. I also told him about my children and grand children. It felt right to let him know his family still remembered him.

    The cemetery was imaculate, so neat and well maintained. As we drove through France we saw so many graves. Some in large cemetries and some in tiny groups in the corners of fields. I had the Rupert Brooke poem on my mind all the time.

    The Soldier.

    IF I should die, think only this of me;
    That there’s some corner of a foreign field
    That is for ever England. There shall be
    In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
    A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
    Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
    A body of England’s breathing English air,
    Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

    And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
    A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
    Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
    Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
    And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
    In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

  5. Remembered with thanks to all those who gave their lives.

  6. Thank you for your memories Eileen. Very moving poem.


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