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This is Armistice Day
"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."
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.I hope our company is - it did last year and is usually good with these things. Having recently lost my grandfather who trained pilots in WWII I shall be particularly remembering his contribution. I asked for a photo of him that I'd always seen as a child of him marching at the head of his comany on the Isle of Wight after the war. I must get it framed.
We will remember them.
I was out shopping at 11am (car broke down, can't get to work) but I stood still with many other shoppers and we, together, remebered them.
I can't help but think of all my male friends, who would, in terms of WW1, actually be quite 'old' soldiers (in their mid 20s). The only way I can put the war into perspective it to think of every guy who was in my year at primary school, secondary school and uni, plus other friends I've met along the way. It's as if they all left tomorrow and none of them would come back alive.
We owe the soliders of the World Wars in particular, but also all other conflicts, our peace, our freedom, our democracy, and our independence - and therefore our rememberance and respect.
I shall try to add a link to the poem that sums it up best for me - that it was necessary at the time, but nonetheless a tragic waste of so many young lives in such horrifying circumstances....
Wilfred Owen - Dulce et decorum est.
This poignant poem was written by Bill Ridley, a veteran of WWI and 90 years old at the time of writing.
Why Do You Still March Old Man?
Why do you still march, old man
With those medals on your chest?
Why do you still grieve old man
For those friends you laid to rest?
Why do your eyes still gleam old man
When you hear those bugles blow?
Tell me why you cry old man
For those days so long ago?
I�ll tell you why I march young man
With those medals on my chest.
I�ll tell you why I grieve young man
For those friends so long ago.
Through misty fields of gossamer silk
Come vision of distant times,
When boys of very tender age
Marched forth to distant chimes.
We buried them in a blanket shroud,
Their young flesh scorched and blackened,
A communal grave, newly gouged
In the bloodstained gorse and bracken.
And you ask me why I march young man,
I march to remind you all,
But for those apple blossom youths
You�d never know freedom at all.
It's nice to know it had some effect on you hannah - it's a pity more schools don't can't arrange the same sort of trip.
I intend to visit my Grandad's grave in Ypres one day. I shall take a photo of him in his uniform & will tell him how proud we all are of him.
Some might think that sounds weird, but I want to look at his photo, whilst looking at his name & laying flowers on his grave.