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Sunday, 9 November 2014


We have been remembering today.

I went to a village church as usual.  We remembered.   We read the names of the men from our five villages who went to war and didn’t come back.

We remembered those families where there was (and is) a keenly felt gap

We remembered the many who came back but whose lives were shattered.

We remembered those who still serve in our armed forces, their families and all who love them.

We remembered the areas of the world where there is still conflict.

We expressed our sorrow at the responsibility which religion has for violence.

We gave thanks for the peace which we enjoy in this country.

And we listened while one man made his personal act of remembrance by playing the Last Post on his mouth organ.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

we will remember them.


  1. Lovely post, Mary. I don't think we remember them enough. It seems that when I was a child, Veteran's Day was a much bigger thing -- maybe because we weren't that far out from World War 2. Now, it seems to get a little lost in the shuffle. We should remember and be grateful because, if not for these men and women, we probably wouldn't have the freedoms and blessings that we do. My cousin Sharon (who lives in the UK) and I were discussing the poppies at the Tower and how overwhelmingly beautiful the display is -- so much beauty to represent so much tragedy and loss. But, we mus remember so history doesn't repeat itself.