Nikki (nakeisha) wrote,
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Remembrance Day

11th November, 1918 was Armistice Day.


However, Remembrance Day is about far more than just those who fought in the first two World Wars.

The well know Ode Of Remembrance, that comes from The Fallen by English poet and writer Laurence Binyon.

They shall grow not 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.



And a lesser known poem I Do Not Know Your Name by Kenny Martin (2003).

This, to my mind, although not as well known (it has, however, been read at a number of Remembrance Day events) says most things we would want to say.

I do not know your name, but I know you died
I do not know from where you came, but I know you died

Your uniform, branch of service, it matters not to me
Whether Volunteer or Conscript, or how it came to be
That politicians failures, or some power-mad ambition
Brought you too soon to your death, in the name of any nation

You saw, you felt, you knew full well, as friend and foe were taken
By bloody death, that your life too, was forfeit and forsaken
Yet on you went and fought and died, in your close and private hell
For Mate or Pal or Regiment and memories never to tell

It was for each other, through shot and shell, the madness you endured
Side by side, through wound and pain, and comradeship assured
No family ties, or bloodline link, could match that bond of friend
Who shared the horror and kept on going, at last until the end

We cannot know, we were not there, it's beyond our comprehension
To know the toll that battle brings, of resolute intention
To carry on, day by day, for all you loved and hoped for
To live in peace a happy life, away from bloody war

For far too many, no long life ahead, free of struggle and pain and the gun
And we must remember the price that was paid, by each and every one
Regardless of views, opinions aside, no matter how each of us sees it
They were there and I cannot forget, even though I did not live it

I do not know your name, but I know you died
I do not know from where you came, but I know you died.



My Father, who served in the navy in WW2, has on more than one occasion, concurred with the final two lines of verse four:

No family ties, or bloodline link, could match that bond of friend
Who shared the horror and kept on going, at last until the end
Tags: !birthdays/anniversaries, words: poetry
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