Remembrance Day - Lest We Forget

On this day the soldiers fought,
For freedom and for pride.
Some of them were wounded,
many of them died.

With poppies we remember,
the soldiers that have died.
With them we now have freedom,
because they fought with pride.

There they lie in Flanders Fields,
where bright red poppies grow.
In the war they fought for freedom,
and that, we'll always know.

By Cathy Connors
November, 1980

Tomorrow is Remembrance Sunday, it's a day that our nation stops to remember, respect and honour the heroes who bravely sacrificed themselves to protect our freedom. Every year at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we have a two minute silence that marks the end of World War 1. It's also a tribute to the brave veterans who have sacrificed themselves since WW1, because 21 years later World War 2 began. The impact of the first world war is still being felt today with the United Kingdom's armed forces fighting in numerous conflicts around the world, including the fight against terrorism.

They selflessly gave their tomorrows so that we could have our today. To those who leave never to return, and to those who return but are never the same - we remember.

We will always remember. Thank you.

There's nothing left now for me to say, so I'm going to leave you with another beautiful poem that honour's the memory of our heroes.

Love, Han


The Inquisitive Mind Of A Child

Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.

But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.

The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.

But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.

By an Unknown Author

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