Today we celebrate remembrance sunday. We are remembering the men and women who have died in our armed forces to save us. These people are heroes and there are still people out there risking their lives to protect us now, protecting us with the knowledge that they might never come back. Of course not all people come back from wars, people have died for us in the First World War, the Second World War and in Afghanistan and Iraq. Today hold these men and women in your thoughts, think about the sacrifices they’ve made for us, think about what your life could be like if they hadn’t taken that risk. Hold the men and women in your thoughts who are doing this now.
Wear your poppy’s with pride today and all through November, but especially tomorrow, on the 11th at 11am we remember the end of world war one and in this we remember all those who have layed down their lives for us. Remember those soldiers who survived the wars too, our veterans. Heroes, every single one of them, dead and alive. It can’t be easy leaving your family knowing that there’s a chance that they may never come home, they might never see their family’s again. The family’s too, think about that they must have been through or are going through. Losing a family member in a war must be the hardest thing anyone could ever go through, or when their missing. Imagine not knowing if someone’s dead or alive and them being brave and still supporting the war effort, that takes courage like no other.
So today we think of all those who have died to protect us, those who have and are risking their lives for us this very second. Thinking about them out there right now, that way there are not alone and that have something to keep them going when they feel so alone. I’m going to leave you with a poem by John Mccare, In flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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