Friday, 11 November 2011

Remembrance Day

At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We shall remember them.
They shall not grow old
As we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn.
They gave their today
So that we might enjoy our tomorrow.

My grandfather, A/Sgt Henry Nelson Heron (18yrs), Royal Garrison Artillery, 36th Ulster Division, recalled that the silence which descended on the Front at 11 o'clock on the 11th November, 1918 was the most eerie thing he had ever experienced. He never forgot the friends, most of them school boys like himself, he left behind on Flanders fields.

On Flander's fields, where poppies grow,
Between the crosses, row on row ...

The flower of Europe's youth lies beneath those and all the other battle fields from that war and the subsequent one. We should never forget the sacrifice they made. Even those who survived carried the scars to their graves and some of those scars were not visible to the eye, but were indelibly etched on the hearts and minds of the men who fought them.

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