1918-2018
There was a free exhibition in town and one day last week after a run, I walked in there not expecting to get emotional. But the sacrifice and stories of the soldiers, letters home, the horror of war, family and friends lost and friendships forged, as well as the strength of the family at home were very moving. I had walked past the homes of some of these families many times... I reflected on what must have gone on behind those windows 1914-1918. At church before the two minutes of silence, a war veteran paid tribute to the soldiers of WW1 and the service men today. It was all very honouring and real this past week... not just a section in my history textbook.
And all week people everywhere wore their poppies on their lapel with pride, and the cathedral tower was lit in red at night and poppies were attached to everything... it was truly beautiful and highly affecting. Lest we forget.
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 ~ John McCrae
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 ~ John McCrae
What an experience especially for a history buff
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