Lets Be Serious For a Week.

As we all know, today is Tuesday, which signifies David’s Blog. However with Chris failing to post his last week, I lost the will to blog. But today is a special day.

As you should know, today is Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day), where we commemorate the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and of civilians in times of War.

Most of you will have participated in the 2 minutes of silence at 11pm to remember the loss of many soldiers who have fought in war. As on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the 1st World War came to an end. World War I also known as the First World War was a global war which took place mainly in Europe from 1914 to 1918. Approximately 20 million military and civilian were killed in the war. Which to me, is breath taking and horrific. Let us not participate in such events again, but lead the world to a peaceful and shared community. Where Everyone is Friends.
I shall leave you with this poem.

For the Fallen
by Laurenc Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

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 contemn.
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.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

- David