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We will remember them x

My Grandmothers first husband was gassed in France and came home and died he was 28 and nan was 23, they hadnt been married long can't imagine the pain she went through, and I wear the wedding ring that he gave my nan with pride. I shall be taking my poppy to his grave on rememberance Sunday. Everyone was heroe and were so proud of you all. Yvonne x

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918 the guns of Europe fell silent. After four years of the most bitter and devastating fighting, The Great War was finally over. The Armistice was signed at 5am in a railway carriage in the Forest of Compiegne, France on November 11, 1918. Six hours later, at 11am, the war ended. The first Remembrance Day was conducted in 1919 throughout Britain and the Commonwealth. Originally called Armistice Day, it commemorated the end of hostilities the previous year. It came to symbolise the end of the war and provide an opportunity to remember those who had died. After the end of the Second World War in 1945 Armistice Day became Remembrance Day to include all those who had fallen in the two World Wars and later conflicts. In a letter published in the London Evening News on 8 May 1919, an Australian journalist, Edward George Honey, proposed a respectful silence to remember those who had given their lives in the First World War. This was brought to the attention of King George V and on 7 November 1919, the King issued a proclamation which called for a two minute silence: All locomotion should cease, so that, in perfect stillness, the thoughts of everyone may be concentrated on reverent remembrance of the glorious dead. The second Sunday of November is Remembrance Sunday. At 11am a two minute silence is observed at war memorials, cenotaphs, religious services and shopping centres throughout the country. The Royal Family, along with leading politicians and religious leaders gather at The Cenotaph in Whitehall, London for a service and all branches of the civilian and military services are represented in ceremonies throughout Britain and the Commonwealth.

RIP Jonno. For you, being a soldier was more than a job; serving your country was life itself, until it was taken away. On Remembrance Sunday, I shall wear a poppy to honour you, remember you with pride, and reflect upon our time. I no longer mourn what might have been, but mourn your taking, because you were so young. God bless, lovely boy. It was a privilege to know you. You taught me what a precious gift life is. “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.” (“For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon) God bless them all - whatever the nationality, whatever the conflict.

We must never forget them, Thankyou Marion for your post, Love you my darling husband, come home safe with all your commrades, Carol xxxxxxxxxx

O valiant hearts who to your glory came through dust of conflict and through battle flame; tranquil you lie, your knightly virtue proved, your memory hallowed in the land you loved. Proudly you gathered, rank on rank, to war as who had heard God's message from afar; all you had hoped for, all you had, you gave, to save mankind - yourselves you scorned to save. Splendid you passed, the great surrender made; into the light that nevermore shall fade; deep your contentment in that blest abode, who wait the last clear trumpet-call of God. Long years ago, as earth lay dark and still, rose a loud cry upon a lonely hill, while in the frailty of our human clay, Christ, our Redeemer, passed the self-same way. Still stands his Cross from that dread hour to this, like some bright star above the dark abyss; still, through the veil, the Victor's pitying eyes look down to bless our lesser Calvaries. These were his servants, in his steps they trod, following through death the martyred Son of God: Victor, he rose; victorious too shall rise they who have drunk his cup of sacrifice. O risen Lord, O Shepherd of our dead, whose cross has bought them and whose staff has led, in glorious hope their proud and sorrowing land commits her children to thy gracious hand.

Remembrance Day Eleven O'Clock The crowd is gathered Blood stained lapel In a silence of white crosses The granite monument inspires Bronze men, stand up! The people commemorate your sacrifice Paraded from the horrific maelstrom All wars mistaken Memory engraved with the chisel of war Outpourings of feelings In a wreath of poppies A mother offers the last lament Of a son fallen for his country O murderous war! When will you drop your guns? Denyse B. Mercier

Beautiful verses, God love the 19 yearold lad kille in Iraq from Lancashire, God nite sweetheart, carol xxxxxxxxxx

I'm afraid every one of them killed, whatever nationality, is someone's son, husband, boy friend, Dad. Those left behind have to try to pick up the pieces of their wrecked lives and carry on as best they can. They too need thoughts and prayers. Jay

Remembering them all ... no matter the nationality nor the creed ... the injured in mind or body... those at home waiting and hoping ... praying for peace in our time.

We Shall Keep the Faith Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields, Sleep sweet - to rise anew! We caught the torch you threw And holding high, we keep the Faith With All who died. We cherish, too, the poppy red That grows on fields where valor led; It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies, But lends a lustre to the red Of the flower that blooms above the dead In Flanders Fields. And now the Torch and Poppy Red We wear in honor of our dead. Fear not that ye have died for naught; We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought In Flanders Fields. by Moina Michael PRAYER OF A SOLDIER'S MOTHER O, Mother of Perpetual Help, To thee I send my plea, Look down upon my soldier son, Take care of him for me. And when he's blue and sick at heart, Discouraged and oppressed, Give him the will to carry on, In heavenly grace to rest. Show unto him a Mother's love, As Thou hast shown to me. Bring comfort to his lonely heart, Is mine, his mother's plea. Unknown Lest we forget

I have tears in my eye's from reading all your heart felt words lot's of them i will keep with me forever. Sleep soundly and well, All you that have fallen, Forever in our hearts and minds. As we will are forever in debt for your sacrifices. God bless Bubbles

For our today, they gave their tomorrows. We will remember them. Gwyn

Thank you Ronald for putting this poem on here very touching To all the lads and lassie's that gave there all and the ones that are still suffering God Bless them for all our serving members of the forces come home safely to your loved ones xxxxxHowie

The War Memorial A war memorial, standing straight And proud against the sky Issues this challenge, demanding still Of those who pass it by Do you recall men went to war? These bodies that I guard? Did you learn the lesson that they left? Or legacy discard? Most men fought and some men died Some wounded, some remain By ignoring that, you're not saving lives You're killing them again! They suffered long-in trench and pit For principles they believed - That sacrifice prevents repeat - And were they all deceived? I am not here to glorify war Or justify it's right; I am just here because men believed Their death could make your future bright S J Robinson

my 16 year old son will parade through Colchester on sunday with the army cadets, in memory of my grandfather, and great grandfather,we're hoping that he will be able to wear their medals for the parade, i will be so proud of him as he marches in memory of them. We will remember them. xxIzzyxx

Let's also remember all those who somehow managed to continue with everyday life despite the horror of the bombings and terrible hardships. During the May'41 bombings my late aunt's diaries tell of the family's fear that their last had come, such was the intensity of the raids, night after night.

We must always remember them,those who died, those who were maimed,we must never forget the sacrifices made by our Armed Forces wherever it was and what it was made for. Also ensure that those in Power now and in the Future do not Dishonour their memory,or their sacrifice would have been in vain. Hal.

In Flanders Fields 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. In Flanders Fields starting with the text of the original poem, followed by In Flanders fields the poppies grow, We've left our soldiers, row by row Far and away, on distant lands Where they fought bravely And made their stands. For king, country and the cross, Paid with lives, but what of the cost. We cannot erase what we have done War... there are only losers, winners none. If we could all but learn from the past, Then surely THAT war would have been the last. Speaking for the ones that had to go, Though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

We shall keep the faith Oh! You who sleep in Flanders' Fields Sleep sweet - to rise anew; We caught the torch you threw, And holding high we kept The faith with those who died. We cherish, too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led. It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies. But lends a lustre to the red On the flower that blooms above the dead In Flanders' fields. And now the torch and Poppy red Wear in honour of our dead. Fear not that ye have died for naught: We've learned the lesson that ye taught In Flanders' fields.