Without any doubt we have to remember the guys from wars past and wars present that choose to protect us all, some at the ultimate price, never really touched me until my best friend had to do a return and final tour in Afghanistan while he was away everyday I felt the dread many mums and dads of soldiers everywhere must feel, thankfully he returned safe and my worries subsided but for some not so good, immensely proud of my friend and PROUD TO BE BRITISH !

 

Jeff

A Poem for Remembrance Day

 

"The inquisitive mind of a child"

 

Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?

Selling poppies in town today.

The poppies, child, are flowers of love.

For the men who marched away.

 

But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?

Why not a beautiful rose?

Because my child, men fought and died

In the fields where the poppies grow.

 

But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?

Why are the poppies so red?

Red is the colour of blood, my child.

The blood that our soldiers shed.

 

The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.

Why does it have to be black?

Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.

For the men who never came back.

 

But why, Mummy are you crying so?

Your tears are giving you pain.

My tears are my fears for you my child.

For the world is forgetting again.

 

Author Unknown

Lest we forget........

Least we forgot indeed!

 

Myself?

 

I remember them!!

Going down of the Sun We Will Remember Them. WW.1 ANZACS.