Today is Remembrance Sunday

Last week I asked the gentleman selling poppies in the supermarket foyer if there would still be a gathering at the Memorial today.

He said there would be no parade or service as there had been in recent years, but nobody could stop anybody from turning up on Sunday to pay their respects.

I missed last year’s service as I had just come out of hospital so Hubby went up on his own.
The first year we were here, we stood in the rain with about 200 others, sang, and recited The Lord’s Prayer, then stood in two minutes silence. In 2018, we gathered with a similar number in warm winter sunshine to pay our respects, a special tribute to mark the centennial of the end of WW1.

Some unfeeling bar steward tried to get Remembrance Day cancelled this year, using Covid-19 as an excuse. If that had happened, it would have never been reinstated, as it is yet another tradition that certain minorities want to see discontinued.
Well, it’s not going to happen.

This year marks the 75th anniversary of the end of WW2. Hubby and I went up to the Memorial this morning and stood, socially distant, from at least 60 other people. All were masked, many in uniform to lay wreaths, and there were two Standard bearers.

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.

Extract from The Fallen, by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

No service maybe, but respect by the ton. Medals gleaming, caps ‘just so’, honour in abundance.
I watched the wreaths being laid by the usual government parties and the Mayor, one by  the RAF, Army, and Navy, the fire and ambulance services, a couple of local charities, then some private tributes. It was an old soldier that broke me….. at least 90 years of age, hardly able to walk unaided, but insistent and proud to be laying his wreath himself, standing to attention, and I cried.

I took these pictures on my phone, the first really since I had to replace it.

Coming home in the car, there was a service on the radio and we recited The Lord’s Prayer, then sang along to our National Anthem. The tears started again, and the only thing I can think of that made me so emotional today was because so much is changing in the world as we know it. Our veterans who fought in the wars, not just the World Wars, but other conflicts, are reducing in number as age and death claim them, the families that were shattered then, and now, bereft having lost brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, sons and daughters, giving the ultimate for their beliefs, their country, and freedom.

How DARE anyone deny us the right to remember?  We must, we should, and we will.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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14 Responses to Today is Remembrance Sunday

  1. murisopsis says:

    The memory is fading from the collective mind of society. The old pass away and the new have no personal point of reference. It all becomes “history” to be read about in a school text book. For me the memories are much closer having heard the stories – my Grandfather served in WWI (he lied about his age and at 15 years was assigned to the cavalry). My other grandfather served in WWII. Both my parents recalled the rationing and tightening of belts (literally because elastic was scarce). My father’s Jewish relatives in Europe disappeared – the holocaust burned up my father’s great aunts and uncles, distant cousins, all of them gone. So I remember. I pray and weep. For me there are no family graves to visit in town and with the travel restrictions not a chance to go visit on Veterans’ Day…

    • You are so right. I don’t understand why someone wants to re-write the history books. These things happened.
      Hubby is from a forces family, but I’m not. His dad was in the Royal Artillery and was a ‘boy soldier’.
      We light candles for our departed loved ones as we have no graves to visit, and the Book of Remembrance for my parents is almost 300 miles away.

  2. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful Di I cried too, last post and Nimrod tears flow.💜

  3. The hope is that enough of the next generation are so keen to learn about those times. Yes sone memories will disappear but hopefully enough can be recorded for future times.

  4. Carol anne says:

    thats A wonderful tribute to all the veterans! I am glad you got to go to the memorial and show your respect!

  5. Helen Cherry says:

    An old veteran, I once cared for as a nurse, told me the best way to honour the dead was to oppose war and work for peace. I have never forgotten that and do so at every opportunity.

  6. Sue Vincent says:

    How can we forget, when the remembering includes all those who have suffered, died and given all they are…or had it taken from them… in every conflict since the great wars too? The veterans may be few from those first wars, but the effects that war had on their children and grandchildren, whole generations, are still there,

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