Wednesday 9 November 2011

Remembering



Remembrance Day or Armistice Day is observed annually since World War 1 on November 11 in Commonwealth countries to  remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. The November 11 date was chosen because the official end of World War I was on that date in 1918. The formal end to hostilities was marked at 11 am by the German signing of the Armistice. The 11th hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month is when Remembrance Day Ceremonies are held at War Memorials throughout Commonwealth countries.

The United States honour their military veterans on the November 11 as well with Veterans Day.

Lapel Poppy

The red remembrance poppy is a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day; it has been used since 1920 to commemorate soldiers who have died in war. The use of the poppy was inspired by the First World poem "In Flanders Fields" written by Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, who died in the war.




The opening lines of the poem refer to the many poppies that were the first flowers to grow in the churned-up earth of soldiers' graves in Flanders (a region of Europe that overlies parts of Belgium, France, and the Netherlands.)  The poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour an appropriate symbol for the blood spilled in the war.  The horrors of that war and the huge loss of life on both sides (mostly young men sent to their deaths over quagmires left from constant bombardments against the fortified trenches of the other side) are hard to imagine today.


Poppies growing wild at the side of a road


In Flanders Fields by John McCrae:
 "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"


Remembrance Day ceremonies are marked by a period of silence at 11 am, a time for solitary thought.

At this time of year I remember my father who fought in the Second World War. He was in the British Artillery and was captured early in the conflict and spent years in Prisoner of War camps.


My Dad in his uniform
 
He survived, returned to Britain, met and married my mother and raised 6 children. We moved to Canada many years ago.  My father has since passed away.

I remember attending Remembrance Day ceremonies with my family. My father would wear his medals and stand at attention, honouring his fellow soldiers. The ceremony included singing the National Anthem, a tribute to the fallen, the laying of commemorative wreaths and the playing of the Last Post: followed by a 2 minute silence.


The ceremony always seemed to have a piper, with the plaintive sound of the bagpipes. To this day the sound of bagpipes brings to mind standing with my father at the War Memorial. My Dad never talked much about the war, never glorified war and hoped that we would never have to experience such a conflict.  In his time young men did their duty and served their country.  It did not occur to most of them to question what they were doing or why they were doing it.


After the war his family gave him the letter confirming that he was a prisoner of war and where they could send letters to him. He kept his service and pay book as well.

After the war some of his fellow soldiers produced a publication called "Barbed Wire"






This post is dedicated to my father and all the young men and women who have fought to make the world a better place for their children and children's children.



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13 comments:

  1. This is a wonderfully informative post for those who forgot and need reminding of the sacrifices and hardships of war. It’s good to question participating in such actions. I recall attending a funeral of someone who was in WW 2 … the bagpipes were there as were several now elderly former soldiers who survived to live a long and good life. I’m glad your dad was one of them. He is a source of pride and obviously raised some wonderful children.

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  2. Remembrance day is for wars, let us never be put in it again.

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  3. beautiful flowers. I love poppies :)

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  4. A very lovely post for a memorable day ... your first photo is awesome!

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  5. THANK YOU GILLIAN

    A GOOD REMINDER OF WARS LONG AGO............. AND YET WE STILL HAVE SO MANY CONFLICTS AROUND THE WORLD?
    THE POPPIES AND THE MUSIC ARE BEAUTIFUL!

    Marilyn

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  6. I remember buying poppies every Remembrance Day as a reminder... I just hope that one day, war will stop!

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  7. Beautiful post, Gillian. I have a paper poppy I bought a few days ago hanging off my purse.

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  8. I enjoyed reading this post. My dad served in the Second World War too.

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  9. Very interesting post and great shots for remembrance day. I love the photographs of the poppies and am always touched by In Flanders Field. My Dad served in World War Two but like your Dad never talked about it much.

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  10. wonderful flower field. nice post!

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  11. Hi Gillian,
    I have just spent some time reading a few of the stories from the publication, "Barbed Wire" that I found on line, thanks to your fascinating post. I was amazed to read that the prisoners built a theatre, and staged musical and dramatic performances that included Shakespeare. One soldier talked of rescuing a jackdaw, a kitten and several other small animals that turned up. He also credited a German guard with his survival.

    Your post brings many thoughts to mind, with Remembrance Day a huge part of my upbringing. My father was in his 40's at the time of WW2 and didn't get to go overseas, much to his disappointment. He trained and was stationed in Montreal where he worked as a mechanic.

    I am so glad your father survived and returned home to marry, and to raise you and your five siblings. Thank you for the beautiful photos and videos and for adding yet another element to the many emotions Remembrance Day inspires for me.

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  12. Poetry is a good way to speak up on behalf of the dead soldiers and even the soldiers who couldn’t talk about what the war was like. To see the poppy fields which was once battle fields, I remember a haiku by Basho: The summer grass- It is all that's left of ancient warriors dreams. Though Basho’s haiku doesn’t contain patriotic feel.

    Together with “The Flanders Field”, I remember “Anthem for Doomed Youth” by Wilfred Owen. In WWI, the traditional view of war – brave, masculine, fight for your country – changed as mass soldiers were killed in a minute. The emotion of the soldiers and the families of the victims are unfathomable.

    In my understanding, all the war memorials are not only to honor those who fought for the country but also as the reminder of the human follies. Why should we fight one another? I wish the world where people help one another to realize a goal towards which all mankind is striving. Thanks for your explanation and the photos apt to this post.

    Yoko

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