November 11/17
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in our lords year nineteen hundred and eighteen did the guns fall silent across Europe but long before that moment did Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae pen these words.......
Every year we remind ourselves of the sacrifices made by so many in order to safeguard our liberties and freedom through the wearing of the poppy
I will spend my moment of silence thinking of my great grandfather who took his final resting place in Flanders Field, my uncle who fell at Anzio while fighting to free Europe, and all the others who have taken a place on the ramparts so that I may lead the life I've been afforded without worry or fear.
I have family that I honour for the service they have performed for my country and friends I think of daily who knowingly stand the post in the present so that I have the freedoms I hold so dearly.
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in our lords year nineteen hundred and eighteen did the guns fall silent across Europe but long before that moment did Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae pen these words.......
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
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
Every year we remind ourselves of the sacrifices made by so many in order to safeguard our liberties and freedom through the wearing of the poppy
I will spend my moment of silence thinking of my great grandfather who took his final resting place in Flanders Field, my uncle who fell at Anzio while fighting to free Europe, and all the others who have taken a place on the ramparts so that I may lead the life I've been afforded without worry or fear.
I have family that I honour for the service they have performed for my country and friends I think of daily who knowingly stand the post in the present so that I have the freedoms I hold so dearly.
I shall not ever forget the past nor the present when thinking of them.
Stand thee well on this day of remembrance.
Stand thee well on this day of remembrance.
Thank you...............
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