Today is the 11th of November. At 11a.m. today, 90 years ago, what became known as World War One finally ended. By the end of that war, there was a huge amount of poetry that had been written, mostly by serving soldiers.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Behind the cut are 2 such poems. The first is a poem that most people in Britain know verse 4 ... it is quoted above, and at all Remembrance services, and on some memorials. It was written by a Red Cross Medic, who was too old to serve, but spent time in Flanders ina voluntary capacity. The second is written by a doctor, from the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps, who was killed in 1918, at the age of 46. The poem was found with his things, and on his death his mother had it printed in the paper - it is part of the reason why the red poppy was adopted as the symbol of the Armistace ... and why I am proud to wear my poppy for the first 11 days of November.
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Please take two minutes of your time at 11 o'clock to stop what you are doing and remember.
- Those who died in "The War To End All Wars" ... and in the 90 years since then.
- Those who have been injured as a result of war and conflict.
- Those who mourn.
- Those who care for the injured.
- Our governments - that they might find peace in the troubled areas of the world.
- And finally, that we might have more tolerence of each other.