November 11 is a very important day, for me at least, to thank each and every solider who serves and those who have died in our miltary to defend our country; to enable us to be free. They sacrifice their lives for ours in order to keep us safe and I cannot thank them enough for everything they do for us. They are our heroes, our country’s heroes and I am immensely grateful to have them defending our country. Thank you to every men and women who has served and I hope they know that they will always be known as heroes and that their sacrifices will not be forgotten.
Who will remember, passing through this Gate, The unheroic Dead who fed the guns? Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate, - Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones? Crudely renewed, the Salient holds its own. Paid are its dim defenders by this pomp; Paid, with a pile of peace-complacent stone, The armies who endured that sullen swamp.
Here was the world’s worst wound. And here with pride ‘Their name liveth for evermore’ the Gateway claims. Was ever an immolation so belied As these intolerably nameless names? Well might the Dead who struggled in the slime Rise and deride this sepulchre of crime.
- Siegfried Sassoon, who threw his Military Cross into the Mersey in 1917
In Flanders field the poppy’s blow between the crosses, row on row That mark our place: and in the sky The lark still bravely singing flies, scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders field.
Take up our quarrel with the foe To you, from failing hands, we throw the torch: be it yours to hold it high, if ye break faith with us who die we shall not sleep, though poppies grow, in Flanders field.
Today we remember the soldiers who gave their lives and those who risk theirs today.
‘Unbroken’, is a story about American Air Force Veteran and Olympic track and field athlete, Louis Zamperini. Unfortunately Zamperini passed away last summer, but his story and service are still remembered today.
Let us too remember all of the Aboriginal soldiers who fought and died for Australia; even at a time when we weren’t classed as citizens of our own country. Let us remember the thousands of Aboriginal men, women and children who died on our own soil since European invasion and right through the Frontier Wars in Resistance and by outright and systematic generational genocide.
Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae wrote the poem “In Flanders Feild” on May 3rd 1915 he was inspired to write it on after funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer (who died in the Second Battle of Ypres).
It’s one of the more popular poems associated with the end of the First World War and therefore Rememberance Day.
“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.”
I’ve always loved that poem and with the controversy about the white and red poppy I felt like posting this~