Around the country it is marked by dawn services with tributes laid on cenotaphs, prayers for the fallen, and gun salutes. It is also a time when we wear a red poppy as a symbol of the blood on Flander's Field.
For me the fourth stanza of Laurence Binyon's poem, Ode of Remembrance, is the most moving tribute to these brave men.
They shall not grow 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.
You prompted me to look up the whole poem 'for the fallen'. A very moving tribute, especially the fourth stanza.
ReplyDeleteYes, it says it all really. Did you attend a dawn parade? I cheated and listened to it live on the radio while tucked up in bed.
DeleteI've heard of this day around the internet. I'm surprised I've never heard of it before. In Canada, we have a remembrance day but it's in November.
ReplyDeleteIt started after Word War I as a remembrance of all the Anzac (Australia and New Zealand Army Corp) soldiers that died at Gallipoli and now encompasses all the wars that our men have fought in.
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