remembrance sunday

our remembrance sunday - queen lays a wreath at the cenotaph
armistice day's the 11th
 
well, how could you forget sundays? we have one every damned week.
 
I was blown away by the poppy display around the Tower of London. Very poignant.
 
We were taught about Armistice Day in grade school.
By the time I was old enough to attend school, they
had changed it to Veterans Day.

Red poppies in May, and blue forget-me-nots in November, in the USA.
Memorial Day is when Americans honor those who died in battle.
Veteran's Day is when we honor those who served in battle.

I did not know there was a white poppy, until today.
After the horror and waste of World War I, many wished
for everlasting peace.
 
No, Veterans day is when the people in America act like they care about the veterans.
It is all an act. They really don't give a damn about them.
It does give them a reason to party and makes them feel good about the way they screw the veterans.
 
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I was blown away by the poppy display around the Tower of London. Very poignant.

One newpaper columnist's comment today: It wasn't the poppies that were important. It was the people who came to plant the poppies, and those who came to see the poppies. What they brought was human - remembrance, thanks and regret. Their response to the poppies was more moving and more poignant than the display.

http://c.fastcompany.net/multisite_files/fastcompany/poster/2014/08/3033890-poster-p-1-tower-of-london-poppy.jpg

http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/09/12/1410516116218_Image_galleryImage_LONDON_ENGLAND_SEPTEMBER_.JPG

http://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--HICGuQZq--/c_fit,fl_progressive,q_80,w_636/cieg0bjvgblpb6vhyzzu.jpg
 
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Anthem for Doomed Youth, by Wilfred Owen. He would have been horrified to learn how appropriate it still is.


What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
 
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