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Friday, November 11, 2005

Rememberance

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.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Laura said...

My maternal grandfather: flight sergeant in the RAF, in Malta for much of WWII.

My paternal grandfather: private in German army.

My mother's family all from Coventry, bombed to bits. Some of my father's family from Dresden, ditto.

War is sometimes inevitable, even the right and only thing to do, but always a tragedy.

Thanks for the poem.

4:24 pm  
Blogger Guyana-Gyal said...

Strange...poppies for poppy day used to be sold here in the streets, not anymore.

1:06 am  
Blogger doris said...

We must remember in honour of those that are gone and those that suffered and so that we do not repeat such travesties.

But we don't always remember.

9:12 am  
Blogger Earth Girl said...

I didn't even remeber that it was remberence day until I read it here. You would think that a country with SO MANY war memorials to the Diggers and ANZACS remeberance day would be a big thing. But there's been absolutly nothing.
Terrible.

12:24 pm  
Blogger Guyana-Gyal said...

This day was celebrated here yesterday, front page photo:

[Monday Nov. 14 newspaper: http://www.stabroeknews.com]

1:29 pm  

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