November 11th

[ronaldj]

November 11th
When he was little….he’d dress all in green…
His father’s old uniform, so proud to be seen…
His weapon a stick, from a branch of the tree…
He stood steadfast a defender of all who were free….
Years have passed, tall and true he has grown…
A faithful young man, determination of stone…
He came again one day all dressed in green..
The proudest young man ever to be seen….
Said I must go to a place far away..
Stand in the gap….keeping evil bay…
So with a salute a hug and a kiss…
Off went that young man that many would miss….
Then he returned dress in green that was new…
Lay in the box, visited by so few….
Placed in a grave at the top of the hill…
The letters home he wrote still give me a chill…
Yes he went far away standing proud and true…
Let us not forget…it’s the least we can do…..
Ronald J. Curell

 

[Lewkat]

 

[Pappy]

When I was small, we lived in the country, but we could still hear the sirens from town. At 11am, the family would stop whatever they were doing and stay quiet for a minute. A lot of family members fought in the war and grandma insisted that this was our small way to honor them.

 

[Pinky]

 

[Treacle]

Beautiful. Made me cry.

 

[Aunt Marg]

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.

Take up our quarrel with the 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.

 

[Wren]

 

[Aunt Marg]

Beautiful. Made me cry.

Me, too, Tre.

 

[Tish]

Lest we forget!