The Canadian way sounds more heartfelt. Except where you worked back then and maybe others unable to give a few silent minutes to dwell on those who gave and still give their lives.
Today I held a sepia coloured photo of my grandfather from world war one. I always weep. And the bugle sound of The Last Post, that also sets me off.
Wars need to stop. The madness of them defies reason and wastes to many precious humans and the lives of animals, plants and marine life. And all the vehicle's, buildings, aircraft and ships.
We all live on this little blue dot in the infinity of grey black space. From where no borders are visible only a sense of complete wonder that our blue planet exists at all.
Oh thank you so much for your comments, Beverley. Always so well thought out. Yes, the sound of the bugle is enough to tug at the heart strings. I have no idea how some veterans manage to keep the "stiff upper lip" when they hear it. The trouble with wars is that no one (on earth) can see the planet from the perspective of space, seeing us as a little blue dot in infinity. Everyone sees things close up and how it looks to them. There may be a solution at some point, but goodness knows when that might happen.
I've wondered about the poppy and Remembrance Day. We call it Veteran's day in the U.S. but without the two minute silence - at least no coordinated, official silence. What a lovely tradition to pause to remember the sacrifices of so many.
Thanks so much for your comment, Mimi. Always so welcome to receive! My husband worked on the booth selling poppies this year, and he said that people were very generous, more so than what he expected. There is no set price for the poppies, it's all by donation, and he said people were putting £10 and £20 bills into the tin. Very heartening that some people appreciate the sacrifices of those who have gone before us.
The Canadian way sounds more heartfelt. Except where you worked back then and maybe others unable to give a few silent minutes to dwell on those who gave and still give their lives.
Today I held a sepia coloured photo of my grandfather from world war one. I always weep. And the bugle sound of The Last Post, that also sets me off.
Wars need to stop. The madness of them defies reason and wastes to many precious humans and the lives of animals, plants and marine life. And all the vehicle's, buildings, aircraft and ships.
We all live on this little blue dot in the infinity of grey black space. From where no borders are visible only a sense of complete wonder that our blue planet exists at all.
Oh thank you so much for your comments, Beverley. Always so well thought out. Yes, the sound of the bugle is enough to tug at the heart strings. I have no idea how some veterans manage to keep the "stiff upper lip" when they hear it. The trouble with wars is that no one (on earth) can see the planet from the perspective of space, seeing us as a little blue dot in infinity. Everyone sees things close up and how it looks to them. There may be a solution at some point, but goodness knows when that might happen.
I've wondered about the poppy and Remembrance Day. We call it Veteran's day in the U.S. but without the two minute silence - at least no coordinated, official silence. What a lovely tradition to pause to remember the sacrifices of so many.
Thanks so much for your comment, Mimi. Always so welcome to receive! My husband worked on the booth selling poppies this year, and he said that people were very generous, more so than what he expected. There is no set price for the poppies, it's all by donation, and he said people were putting £10 and £20 bills into the tin. Very heartening that some people appreciate the sacrifices of those who have gone before us.
What a wonderful moment to experience! Where does the money go?
Mission creep, the fog of war... it goes on and on.
I know I sound pessimistic, but I think as long as there are humans, there will be conflict. I guess it comes down to how the conflict is handled.