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Wednesday, 12 November 2014

12 November 2014. 96 Years Since the “Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month”… Remembrance Day in the Commonwealth and France Unveils Memorial to the War Dead in Flanders

00 australian war memorial. remembrance day. 12.11.14

A man places a memorial poppy on the wall at the Australian War Memorial in Canberra ACT AUSTRALIA


00 cenotaph. toronto. old city hall. 12.11.14

An honour guard at the Cenotaph near the Old City Hall in Toronto ON CANADA


00 Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red. Rmembrance Day at the Tower of London. 12.11.14

“Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red” at the Tower of London London ENGLAND UK


00 Notre Dame de Lorette. FRANCE. WWI memorial. 12.11.14

French troops at the dedication of the L’Anneau de la Mémoire/Memorial international Notre-Dame-de-Lorette (Ring of Remembrance) memorial wall with over 500,000 names of those of all nations who fell in Northern France, at the Nécropole nationale de Notre-Dame-de-Lorette in Ablain St-Nazaire FRANCE (the world’s largest French military cemetery). This event was also in commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of World War I (“The Great War”). 



Sunday, 10 November 2013

10 November 2013. A Multimedia Presentation… Today was Remembrance Sunday in the Commenwealth



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00 Queen Elizabeth. The Cenotaph. Whitehall, London UK. Remembrance Day 2013. 10.11.13



00 Remembrance Sunday Belfast UK 2013. 10.11.13


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00 Remembrance Sunday Edinburgh UK 2013. 10.11.13



00 Canada Remembrance Sunday 2013


00 Australia Remembrance Sunday 2013



00 The Cenotaph. Whitehall, London UK. Remembrance Day. 10.11.13



There’s nothing to say. Nothing can suffice to commemorate sacrifice and courage. NOTHING.

Remember that when you the ususal cast of suspects blather about their “patriotism”. Ask them, “What branch of the forces did you serve in”. Do note the deafening silence… Richard Cheney said, “I had better things to do”…

Clear your mind… remember what’s straight and true… it was good last week… it’s good now… it’ll always be good. I stand in respect… what about you?


Monday, 30 May 2011

A Multimedia Presentation. Let My Right Hand Wither If I Forget Thee… Let This Memorial Day Truly be a “Heldengedenkentag” (Day of Thanksgiving for Our Heroes)


US President Barack Obama (1961- ) lays a wreath at the Tomb of the Unkowns. Arlington National Cemetery. Arlington VA USA


“The patriots we memorialise today sacrificed not only all they had but all they’d ever know. They gave of themselves until they had nothing more to give. It’s natural when we lose someone we care about to ask why it had to be them. ‘Why my son? Why my sister? Why my friend? Why not me?’ These are questions that can’t be answered by us. But on this day, we remember that it’s on our behalf that they gave their lives. We remember it’s their courage, their unselfishness, their devotion to duty that’s sustained this country through all its trials, and will sustain it through all the trials to come. We remember that the blessings we enjoy as Americans came at a dear cost. Our presence in a free society bears testimony to their enduring legacy. Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay. But we can honour their sacrifice, and we must. We must honour it in our own lives by holding their memories close to our hearts, and heeding the example they set”.



I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, 

Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love; 

The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, 

That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; 

The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,

The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. 


And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago, 

Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; 

We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; 

Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; 

And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, 

And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.


When Winton Aerodrome was bombed

The “Casualties were small”

Just your son, and my son, and little widow Brown’s son,

The youngest of them all.


And your son was your eldest lad,

Handsome and straight and tall.

A model for your younger sons,

Beloved by you all.


And Mrs Brown’s, her youngest boy

Her sole support, and stay.

So like his father, all her joy

Was quenched, on that dark day.


And mine, my only son and pride

So loved and dear to all.

The blast of bombs spread far and wide

Tho’ “the casualties were small”.

The Casualties Were Small

May Hill

mother of a WWII RAF man


2008 Festival of Remembrance, Royal Albert Hall, London (London Region. England) UK


Eternal Father, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!


O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard

And hushed their raging at Thy word,

Who walkedst on the foaming deep,

And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!


Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,

And bid its angry tumult cease,

And give, for wild confusion, peace;

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!


O Trinity of love and power!

Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;

From rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them wheresoe’er they go;

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.


Queen Elizabeth II (1926- ) laid a wreath at the Cenotaph in Whitehall (Greater London. England) UK on Remembrance Sunday.


“To many of us, our beliefs are of fundamental importance. For me the teachings of Christ and my own personal accountability before God provide a framework in which I try to lead my life. I, like so many of you, have drawn great comfort in difficult times from Christ’s words and example”.


What did you see, soldier? What did you see at the war? 

I saw such glory and horror as I’ve never seen before, 

I saw men’s hearts burned naked in red crucibles of pain; 

I saw such Godlike courage as I’ll never see again.


What did you hear, soldier? What did you hear at war? 

I heard prayers on lips of men who had never prayed before;

I heard the men utter thoughts they will never think again; 

I heard the sacred things they will not speak again.


What did you eat soldier? What did you eat at war? 

I ate sour bread of fear, the acrid salt of gore, my lips burned with 

wine of hate, the scalding drink of Cain. My tongue has known a 

bitter taste I would not taste again.


What did you think, soldier? What did you think at war? 

I thought, how strange we have not learned from wars that raged 

before, except new ways for killing, new multiples of pain. 

Is all the blood that men have shed but blood shed in vain?


What did you learn, soldier? What did you learn at war? 

I learned we must learn sometime what was not learned before; 

that victories won on battlefields are victories won in vain. 

Unless in peace we kill the germs that breed new wars again.


What did you pray, soldier? What did you pray at war? 

I prayed that we might do the thing we have not done before; 

that we might mobilise for peace… nor mobilise in vain, lest Christ

and man be forced to climb stark Calvary again.

Soldier, What Did You See?

Don Blanding



They all had faces… they all had names… the full minute of silence at the end is chilling… and appropriate.


President Medvedev relights the Eternal Flame at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at the Moscow Kremlin in 2010


Primhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Putine Minister Vladimir Putin (1952- ) lays a wreath at the Mamayev Kurgan Memorial Complex. Volgograd (Volgograd Oblast. Southern Federal District) RF


“Dear veterans, through your tremendous endeavours, you vanquished Fascism and brought freedom to millions of people. After the Victory was won, you toiled heroically to raise towns and villages from the ruins and rebuild peaceful life. We bow low before you and express our gratitude to all who fought for and deserved this Victory. We cherish the eternal memory of all who gave their lives, all who fought to bring us peace. Russia will always remember this great Victory and the great deeds of our fathers and grandfathers. Like them, we will selflessly defend the interests of our Motherland. We will work together to build a prosperous and peaceful future for Russia. Glory to you, soldiers of the Great Patriotic War! Glory to the victorious people!”


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.

For the Fallen

Laurence Binyon



It’s the veterans… say “Thank You” today… it’s the decent thing to do!


American vets tell the truth about the Nazi scummers… the concentration camps existed… the Nazis DID murder “subhumans”… ask the vets… they’ll tell ya the REAL DEAL…


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