Sunday, 14 November 2010

Whitehall Today

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses,row on row,
That mark our place out;in the sky,
The larks,still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the Dead.Shot Days ago
We lived,felt dawn,sawn sunset glow,
Loved,and were loved,and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with our 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.

The garden of remembrance at Westminster Abbey where I put two crosses one for my Great Grandfather who fought at the Somme and Ypres in the first world war.And also for my Grandfather who was in the second world war.John Johnson 1895-1994 and Johnny Johnson 1922-1999.

I've been going for years now and it's a very special and moving day.The masses start to fall silent around 10.50 and when the guns go off and Big Ben Chimes you can hear a pin drop.I could not get any photos today of the guys and gals marching past, as my normal vantage point just by Churchill's statue in Parliament Square has been fenced off.As the tent city that homes the anti war folk has been moved near by.Who coincidently did not mutter a word during the two minutes silence.

It's one of the things this country does so well.The "Pomp and Circumstance" and I'm sure everyone who attended there local war memorials felt the same.

Monty D

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