Remembrance Day 11th November

A poppy and a poem for Remembrance Day.

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.

From “For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon

Yet whilst most of the country remembered in silence at 11 o’clock extremist Muslim men once again demonstrated a lack of respect and understanding for the people and culture of the country they live in, they were protesting and burning poppies.

Their placards carried slogans including “British Soldiers Burn in Hell!”, “Our Dead Are In Paradise Your Dead Are in Hell!” and “Allah is Our Protector and you have no Protector”.

Armistice Day or Remembrance Day is a time to remember the dead and the brave, a time to set aside hate and give thanks to those who have helped to make our world a better place. Surely those who live in our country should understand and respect our culture?

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.

By John McCrae, May 1915