Remembrance Day. And observing the silence, as Big Ben struck eleven o’clock, whilst looking at the poppy display on TV, I shed my usual tears. My iPad has been awash with poppies and the words written a hundred years ago – although no less potent or poignant for that – by the Trench Poets……..
They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we shall remember them.
For your tomorrow, we gave our today.
If I should die, think only this of me. There is a … Read the rest »
What a way to start the week!
I happened to have theTV on this morning and suddenly found I couldn’t stop watching a BBC programme called Remembrance Day. And I’ve been crying my eyes out ever since. Dear God! It was so, so moving. Now, I have to say that I have never been able to read any of the Trench Poets without tears rolling down my face; Wilfred Owen’s Dulce Et Decorum Est being my favourite and the pathos surrounding his life and death is truly upsetting. And on Remembrance Day, those words “They shall not grow old as … Read the rest »