Rememberance Day
Thursday, November 11th, 2004 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Firstly I would like to link back to my earlier article about the poppy appeal. The poppy appeal is run by the Royal British Legion. The money from the poppy appeal goes into lots of different areas of the legion's work, including counselling, job retraining, skills assessment, getting the right pensions and benefits, advice and interest free loans for setting up small businesses, welfare grants, Remembrance Travel to war graves, convalescent and nursing care, and home and hospital visits. So buy a poppy and make a difference to them.
I would like to join one or two others in asking that people observe the two minutes silence, or at least respect the wishes of those who want to. This isn't just about World War One, it's about commemorating those who have died, military and civilian, in every conflict. It is also about honouring those who still live. Whether you agree with war or not (and I disagree with it unless it is a wholly neccessary conflict with clear reasons) the people who fight are at least brave enough to join up. I know I wouldn't be.
My tribute:
Here Dead We Lie - A. E. Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

I would like to join one or two others in asking that people observe the two minutes silence, or at least respect the wishes of those who want to. This isn't just about World War One, it's about commemorating those who have died, military and civilian, in every conflict. It is also about honouring those who still live. Whether you agree with war or not (and I disagree with it unless it is a wholly neccessary conflict with clear reasons) the people who fight are at least brave enough to join up. I know I wouldn't be.
My tribute:
Here Dead We Lie - A. E. Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
