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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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

We will remember them x

lovely verse ronald, i have always made sure my kids know why we wear poppys and remember these men

That is a beautiful Poem Ronald, thank you for that. We should go on remembering them. If we forget them, we also forget the lessons those wars taught us. Lessons taught by my Great Grandfather, who died aboard the Queen Mary during the Battle of Jutland, May 1916. Lessons taught by my Great Uncle Stanley, killed in 1945 in Germany, he never made it home and was buried there. I will wear my Poppy with pride, for them.

My great-uncle Arthur George Harrison died 20 May 1918 in Ploegsteer, Belgium, at 30 years of age.

Two of my 'uncles' who I never knew died in WW1 - I was born 1940 and two cousins died WW2, could be others - might find out as I proceed with family history.

Ronald you are so right we should never forget them they gave up there lives so we should live . God Bless Them All June xx.

We should never forget! Brave souls one and all! May they rest in peace. Mau XXX

May all our troops return home safe and sound! xx

Remembering the uncles I never knew and one great uncle too. RIP Also second what Caz has said - bring back our troops safe and sound dear Lord. Mary in Spain xx

May I add my Great Uncle Albert Wardle who fell in WW1 You may have been an unknown to us until I found you last year but you are now thought of often by us all. God rest every soldier who fell and every family who's lives they touched! xx

Me to Caz and i will ensure my kids grandkids and there kids do the same, Lil