Since today is Remembrance Day I would like to pay my respects to all those who have lost their lives during wars or armed conflicts. I would also like to acknowledge and pay my respects to all who have been pained by wars.
I grew up in Australia and I had two wonderful Nans who nurtured and loved me always. During World War II they were both teenagers living on opposite sides of the world. They both had different stories to share with me later of the war.
One of my Nans was displaced from her home in World War II. She had a family member who had to be hidden as they feared for her life and my Nan went through many difficulties as she tried to be accepted as a refugee in other countries but found she was not welcome. She told me first hand stories of both inappropriate and kind behaviour from soldiers in the allied forces.
My other Nan was on the opposite side of the world being frightened as soldiers from a different country entered the city boundaries where she lived. Her brother had been sent to Papua New Guinea to fight, and he never returned. She told me how her mother died soon after and they said it was from a ‘broken heart’ since she lost her son. My Nan lost her brother and her Mum in her teens, I can’t imagine how that felt.
My heart is so hopeful for the day we no longer think wars or armed conflicts are useful or necessary.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Lest we forget
Remembrance Day – WW1 origin
At 11 am on 11 November 1918 the guns of the Western Front fell silent after more than four years of continuous warfare.
In Flanders Fields – poem by John McCrae 1915
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.
For the full poem and its meaning please see wikipedia