Friday, 11 November 2011

11/11/11

We may not like the wars our governments have thrown us into. We may think that it is a waste of blood and treasure to be fighting in some god-forsaken mess half way round the world. I can sympathise with those who say it, I am not a military man, I do not idolise soldiers as heroes to the core. They are brave men doing an often nasty job. The wars we are in now are not wars of necessity, we are not under threat of invasion or death from an enemy in the clouds; but today, on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year of this new century we must stand and be counted. For everyone of us alive today owes our freedom to millions of un-named men and women through the centuries. They have often died, in pain, alone and scared or in the line marching on an enemy, so that we may live free and never know the horror that war can bring. Whatever our feelings today it is time to remember them, they gave up peace and often life for us, people they would never know.

We Will Remember Them

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

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