Remembrance Day - Poppy Appeal
Lest we Forget
It is too easy sometimes to forget the sacrifices that people we have never met have made and continue to make on our behalf. I wear my poppy with pride in the real world, and also here on BGG. I would love to see more people doing the same; if you can't afford the Remembrance Day microbadge, add an item below and I will shout you the 8GG to get the badge if you will wear it.
I would love to craft some beautiful words here now, expressing gratitude and admiration, describing bravery and selflessness, but I have nothing that could possibly do it justice.
All I can do is try and make sure they are never forgotten.
This is the fourth year of my poppy appeal and I was still unable to come up with anything more suitable than the words above, written for last three lists.
(I have no internet during the week, and have just moved house so I won't be as prompt with the as normal this year...)
"L'état, c'est moi."
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I already have the microbadge...
From Benjamin Britten's Great War Requiem (which I saw tonight at the Vancouver Symphony accompanied by the 200 member West Point Grey Secondary choir.
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenched there,
And streched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! and angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so,
but slew his son, -
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
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The "Ode of Remembrance" from Laurence Binyon's poem, "For the Fallen"
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam
Lest we forget
We will remember them
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My father was a collector for the Poppy Fund for over thirty years.
He was presented with a medal on behalf of the British Legion for his efforts over the years.
Dad served in the Royal Navy in the Second World War and the scrifice of his generation and the one before, was explained and extolled to me so I appreciate the freedoms we have inherited.
Sadly Dad passed away February 2011. He would have loved to have seen the display of poppies at The Tower Of London.
I have the badge so please pass my GG onto another!!.
Below is one of his favourite poems by Rupert Brooke.
IF I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.