Remember – Wear Your Poppy With Pride

Nov 062012

Remembrance Sunday at the Cenotaph in the Memorial Gardens on Sunday.

A chance to show some respect for the millions who have died and continue to die to protect this country.

A little bit of Wilfred Owen below, the greatest and possibly most tragic of the World War I poets.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.