Peter Milne from @TheRoyalBritishLegion came to Finchale today to recieve a cheque from Cerberesk Von ArdburnK9Services who raised £590 with their Poppy Harness Raffle
Well done to everyone involved including UMK9 Tactical who made the one off harness
A great amount raised for a fantastic charity! #remembrancesunday#military#remembranceday#poppy#dutchherder
We went to the University of Toronto on a sunday, to not be reminded of schooldays. It turned out to be remembrance day, but we just missed out on the events.⚘ There were still flowers everywhere and people breaking down stages. This was my personal favorite, perfectly placed. 👌
The little girl had a tiring day at school. Remembrance Sunday was just around the corner and they had spent the week learning all sort of gruesome things. She wrote a poem about fried eggs in Wilfred Owens style. Her Mummy perused the days work splayed out on the table. 'Great Uncle Joe was in the war, he is the only one to turn and smile at the camera in a short clip of film from the war. Poppies grow all over the fields in France where the soldiers died.' The little girl twitched, she began to draw. Her Mummy watched as her child's inner world exploded onto a piece of paper. 'Look Mummy, the last place Uncle Joe went to rest.' Her Mummy commended her on how beautiful the drawing was but thought it best to not point out that the flowers looked like tulips or that Uncle Joe was one of the three men who made back from the war alive.
Beyond the Deepening Shadow: The Tower Remembers.
- An epic light and sound display at the Tower of London to mark the centenary of the end of the First World War.
I got there at 5pm and lined up for about 40 minutes for the free viewing.
It took about 50 minutes for them to finish lighting the 10,000 flames by hand in the empty moat encircling the Tower. @made.in.colors
An important day to reflect on history, on those who lost their lives and all those who were bereaved or affected by the war.
Duty called and I went to war
Though I'd never fired a gun before
I paid the price for your new day
As all my dreams were blown away
We all stood true as whistles blew
And faced the shell and stench of Hell
Now battle's done, there is no sound
Our bones decay beneath the ground
We cannot see, or smell, or hear
There is no death, or hope or fear
Once we, like you, would laugh and talk
And run and walk and do the things that you all do
But now we lie in rows so neat
Beneath the soil, beneath your feet
In mud and gore and the blood of war
We fought and fell and move no more
Remember me, I am not dead
I'm just a voice within your head.
On a cold November Sunday morn, an old man sits a while
Looking though old photographs, he can’t help but smile
They’re all there, all the boys, with hair cut short and neat
Uniforms of khaki, strong black boots upon their feet.
They met as strangers but soon became like brothers to the end
Smiling at the camera, there could be no truer friends.
They all took the Queen’s shilling, went off to fight the hun,
Soon learnt the pain of loss once the fighting had begun.
So many never made it home, lost on foreign shores
Many more were injured and would be the same no more.
The old man’s eyes mist with tears as he remembers every face
Each of his fallen brothers and the killing which took place
He proudly dons his beret, his blazer and his tie
For today he will remember the ones who fell and died.
On his chest there is a poppy, a blaze of scarlet on the blue
He steps out into the cold, he has a duty he must do
Once at the cenotaph he stands amongst the ranks
Of those who marched to war and those who manned the tanks,
He bows his head in reverence, as the last post begins to play
And he wonders what will happen at the ending of his days
Will anyone remember? Will anybody care?
About the lads so far from home whose life was ended there?
I wish that I could tell him, that he should fear not
For this soldier and his brothers will NEVER be forgot
We owe a debt of gratitude that we can never pay
And this country WILL remember them, on each Remembrance day. 🏵
Lest We Forget
If you haven’t seen it already, here is our beautiful poppy display for #remembrancesunday . Every child at Brampton made their own individual poppy to commemorate the centenary. When visiting, please read the fantastic poetry from year 5 which hangs in the corridor. Take time to admire the each and every red poppy representing the human lives lost as well as the hanging purple poppies for the animals who also lost their lives in the war.
@royalbritishlegion @bbcnews #remembranceday
One more from #remembrancesunday ; Like many, my Grandad was part of the Green Howards #Yorkshire regiment, so I always feel a little emotional seeing this #flag ! It's been suggested to me to talk a bit more on social media about why I #photograph what I do in the way that I do & what makes me tick - so i'm trying!