Lest we forget

Posted By: Amanda Syme

Lest we forget - 11/10/09 09:02 PM

Lest We Forget
What do we forget when we remember
What are the stories left untold
What do we think each November
As we march down that glory road
As we march down that gory road

One hundred million
Don’t come home from war
Another eight hundred million
Who lived to bear its scar
Who lived to bear its scar

Lest we forget
What they were dying for
Lest we forget
What they were killing for
Lest we forget
What the hell it was for

What do we forget when we remember…

Owen Griffiths

Prayer for Remembrance Day

For those who were killed in battle,

For those who gave up their lives to save others

For those who fought because they were forced to,

For those who died standing up for a just cause

For those who said war was wrong,

For those who tried to make the peace

For those who prayed when others had no time to pray

For those creatures who needlessly die

For those trees that needlessly are slaughtered

For all of mankind

let us quietly pray:

May your God hold them in peace

May Love flow over the Earth and cleanse us all

This day and for always.

Marianne Griffin


Heads bent solemnly in remembrance

As the prayers of thanks are read

Those here have walked the byways of the dead

And have brought tales for the young

That death may not visit them so easily

Seas of faces that should be so much more

Line the walkway of the monarch

Who has stood with them since youth

And still stands now

As they do

Hymns lace the air

And many fly with the notes

Scenes pass before their eyes for a moment

Then are gone

As they pull themselves forward to the now

As the last post echoes through the hills

Of lands that have been torn, or part of war

And the tears roll out of the buglers mouth

And join the tracks on the faces of the few

And then silence

Silent contemplation

Then reveille

And the remembrance that life follows death

And will for all time

But not all is black this day

For happy times are shared

Of battles fought

And friends met once again

Who many thought had gone long ago

Songs of their time are re-enacted

And Churchill lives again through the actors art

And many return to those speeches

And remember their resolve in those dark days

Fluttering butterfly wings of banners

Carried by those once arthritic

Have made the final push to stand and be counted

Marching to the songs of their lands

Men stand to see them pass

Though regiments that held their names

Have gone into histories archives

Then the march to end all marches

As the warriors of old give it their all

As if their youth had revisited them

And the streets are lined with the grateful

And those who came for their own reasons

And the waves follow them

Lapping gently at their heels

Until every space is filled outside the place of Royalty

And then the beast of war awakens

And flies over as it did in the days of need

Red petals cascade upon the watchers

And a nations heart opens

Filling the air

And says thank you

Ann-Marie Spittle

There will be no peace:

till attitudes change;
till self-interest is seen as part of common interest;
till old wrongs, old scores, old mistakes
are deleted from the account;
till the aim becomes co-operation and mutual benefit
rather than revenge or seizing maximum personal or group gain;
till justice and equality before the law
become the basis of government;
till basic freedoms exist;
till leaders - political, religious, educational - and the police and media
wholeheartedly embrace the concepts of justice, equality, freedom, tolerance, and reconciliation as a basis for renewal;
till parents teach their children new ways to think about people.

There will be no peace:
till enemies become fellow human beings.

David Roberts

Lest we forget to remember our fallen comrades family and friends.
In the United Kingdom, although two minutes of silence is observed on 11 November itself, the main observance is on the second Sunday of November, Remembrance Sunday. Ceremonies are held at local war memorials, usually organised by local branches of the Royal British Legion – an association for ex-servicemen. Typically, poppy wreaths are laid by representatives of the Crown, the armed forces, and local civic leaders, as well as by local organisations including ex-servicemen organisations, cadet forces, the Scouts, Guides, Boys' Brigade, St John Ambulance and the Salvation Army. The start and end of the silence is often also marked by the firing of a cannon. A minute's or two minutes' silence is also frequently incorporated into church services, and even everyday locations such as supermarkets and banks may invite their customers and staff to fall silent at 11:00 am.[11]

The main national commemoration is held at Whitehall, in Central London, for dignitaries, the public, and ceremonial detachments from the armed forces and civilian uniformed services such as the Merchant Navy, Her Majesty's Coastguard, etc. Members of the British Royal Family walk through the Foreign and Commonwealth Office towards the Cenotaph, assembling to the right of the monument to wait for Big Ben to strike 11:00 am, and for the King's Troop, Royal Horse Artillery at Horse Guards Parade, to fire the cannon marking the commencement of the two minutes of silence. Following this, "Last Post" is sounded by the buglers of the Royal Marines. "The Rouse" is then sounded by the trumpeters of the Royal Air Force, after which, to "Beethoven's Funeral March" (composed by Johann Heinrich Walch), wreaths are laid by attendees in the following order: the Queen; senior members of the Royal Family attending in military uniform; the Prime Minister; the leaders of the major political parties from all parts of the United Kingdom; Commonwealth High Commissioners to London, on behalf of their respective nations; the Foreign Secretary, on behalf of the British Dependencies; the Chief of the Defence Staff; the First Sea Lord; the Chief of the General Staff; the Chief of the Air Staff; representatives of the merchant navy and Fishing Fleets and the merchant air service. Junior members of the Royal Family usually watch the service from the balcony of the Foreign Office. The service is generally conducted by the Bishop of London, with a choir from the Chapels Royal, in the presence of representatives of all major faiths in the United Kingdom. Before the marching commences, the members of the Royal Family and public sing the national anthem before the Royal Delegation lead out after the main service.

Members of the Reserve Forces and cadet organisations join in with the marching, alongside volunteers from St John Ambulance, paramedics from the London Ambulance Service, and conflict veterans from World War I, World War II, the Falklands, Kosovo, Bosnia, Northern Ireland and the ongoing conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq. After the service, there is a parade of veterans, who also lay wreaths at the foot of the Cenotaph as they pass, and a salute is taken by a member of the Royal Family at Horse Guards Parade
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Re: Lest we forget - 11/11/09 05:49 AM

The GreatWar 1914-1918
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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