Each year this website posts up an image to summate what Rememberence Day means, a field of poppies, a line of crosses of unknown soldiers, from wars and battles that should never be forgot.
From WW1 to WW2 to the Falkland conflict we all as a nation were involved, Today men and women are involved in just as bitter battles, but the effect of TV news and the lack of impact on every day life means there is a sense of detachment .
Todays Soldiers are doing what British Soldiers have always done, their duty as defined by their commanding officers. ordinary kids getting on with their jobs. They have no time for politics, all they want is themselves and their mates back home safe.
In our comfortable Sky news/CNN in our front room world , never forget that today, this minute, all our armed forces are putting their lives on the line.
As Rememberence day approaches, remember those that gave their lives for us, and also take a moment to remember those who today are carrying on the fight that those who died fought for.
For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
