Remembrance Day

Remembrance Day at the John McCrae House (birt...

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Dear Travellers,

The grand opening of this blog coincided with a day most respected and special. Remembrance day (also known as Poppy day or Armisitce day). I feel that this topic will be more than welcome to join us, as we think about those who fought for us.

At 11 o’clock, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month – also, this time it is the eleventh year – we stop all that we’re doing. A lot of us pull over while driving, and we all stop work or school; and we stay in silence, for two minutes. While we do this, the well-known “Ode of Remembrance” is read aloud.

It is a magical time. Many cars stop, gliding to a halt with absoloute stillness replacing car exhaust and traffic noises. People stand stock still, some even saluting, thinking of the men and women who have fallen in war.

I have researched this. I think I should have a much better understanding, if only so that I can only today (and Sunday) better. And the amount I found out was staggering.

Fortunately, I have a while. Sit yourselves down, folks, and listen to how much I learnt. Remember, do not judge me for my lack of knowledge; I am but a young girl who desperately needed to find out why she has to stay so quiet for those two minutes.

Although Remembrance Day is mainly to honour World War 1, the war that tried but unfortunately failed to bring an end to all warfare, all others who were involved in such a dreadful thing. Us civilians can only imagine what it must be like: the trenches, gas attacks, sprays of bullets, having to watch dear friends die, the list is far too long. They had to endure that, many in an utterly new and strange environment, being from different countries and cultures – different worlds of peace and happiness.

In most countries, UK especially, there are ceremonies, and of course the Queen attends. Poppies and wooden crosses are laid down. “Last Post” is played. And the lines from “Ode of Remembrance are played”:

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.

And every heart is touched, every soul moved. You see these elderly war veterans, and you just can’t think nothing of this. It’s big. A tear runs down many a man’s face. As I say, we can only imagine. I will leave you with the poem Flanders Fields, and a beautiful video I found.We shall remember. Always remember. Lest we forget.

Yours Truthfully,


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.

6 Comments on “Remembrance Day”

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  2. Nuntius says:

    Yes, Emily, it is uplifting to hear from the young and, as I said in the post Remembrance Day in my blog From time to time… it is comforting to us ‘wrinklies’ as one of our grandchildren calls us, to know that the young of today do understand what Remembrance Day is all about. Thank you for your post.

  3. Kate Kresse says:

    Welcome to the blogging world dear Emily. What a magnificent and eloquent beginning. I look forward to following your blog. Kate

  4. Kate Kresse says:

    my grandpa served in WWi–and spoke often of his time in France and of Flanders Field. He recited that poem all the time.

    • Emily May says:

      Thanks for visitng, Kate! The experience of WW1 must have been terrible for your grandpa – but at least we can honour him and all the other veterans with Remembrance Day. I hope to see more or you around here; definitely will be visiting your blog! 🙂

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