…and in the morning, we will remember them.


We Will Remember Them

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
1915

I hope you can find time to watch the following video.  The songs are sung by three soldiers who are currently serving in Afghanistan and the accompanying slides show images from the conflict zone.

This poem by John Hawkhead quite poignantly draws parallels between past an current conflicts.

Helmand

Night on the cold plain,
invisible sands lift,
peripheral shadows stir,

space between light and dark
shrouding secrets;
old trades draped grey.

Here too poppies fall,
petals blown on broken ground,
seeds scattered on stone

and this bright bloom,
newly cropped,
leaves pale remains,

fresh lines cut;
the old sickle wind
sharp as yesterday.

John Hawkhead
2009

22 Comments CherryPie on Nov 11th 2009

22 Responses to “At the Going Down of the Sun…”

  1. angus says:

    Moving tribute CherryPie

  2. Claudia says:

    Thank you for my family members who fought next to the British in WW2. We remember them.

  3. A beautiful tribute Cherie

  4. Sean Jeating says:

    No one has any trouble with the tenth line?
    Just asking.

    • CherryPie says:

      As someone who believes in avoiding confrontation (there is always a better way to solve disagreements) I do have a problem with the thought of keeping up a quarrel.

      But there again I haven’t been trained as a Soldier or been in the heat of a battle where I thought I was defending my country…

  5. jameshigham says:

    I just knew you’d do something beautiful.

  6. Sean Jeating says:

    Good answer, and thanks for that, CherryPie.
    I think about offering a chance for discourse. :)

  7. CherryPie says:

    Discourse can lead to much more rewarding outcomes :-)

  8. ubermouth says:

    Wow! I am blown away by this poetic post and tearjerker video.
    You have outdone yourself, Cherie.

    But one day is not enough for our brave selfless soldiers who keep us safe, is it? We should remember[and respect ]our vets and soldiers everyday.

    I LOVED the video.

    Thank you.

  9. ubermouth says:

    Seeing the video made me cry[in fact I came back to watch it again, I was so moved]

    * Don’t tell anyone. I have a rep to think of. :)

  10. ubermouth says:

    What really bothers me is that so many of these soldiers are no more than kids, who should be engaging in nothing more serious than work,dancing, dating…not risking their lives and limbs for soem politicians wars[that THEIR sons don't fight in] only to kiss and make up after the hostilities and funerals of these mothers’s sons.

    I could never let anyone I loved fight in a war[ I would tie him to my bed until the end of hostilities].

    • CherryPie says:

      I think it was always the way that so many of the soldiers were kids. Reading accounts of WW1 it was very much the same.

      Some of my ancestors were stopped from signing up by there mothers and one was even told to take back the Kings shilling after he had enlisted.

  11. When you see whats going on in Afghanistan it just leaves you with one question…………………………..

    WHY?

    Well done CherryPie.

    • CherryPie says:

      The question is why???

      The official line on the MoD website differs from what is published in the press and neither seem a good enough reason to me!

  12. Phidelm says:

    Incredibly moving, Cherie. But makes one even more angrier that these disciplined, hard-working, talented and above all courageous young men are being asked to do the impossible by a self-serving bunch of ‘branleurs’.