“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.”
From ‘In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, 1918, the Armistice signed at Compiègne came into effect.
Not for the mistaken glory of war, nor for their valour, nor the sacrifice of their lives on the altar of politics, but for Peace.
We will remember.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I have always found the English honoring of this day poignant, tender. Wishing you every blessing and wish us all a world of peace. xo
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Most of us still remember those who fought or their children. It is a very personal thing, I feel, that brings home the need for us to grow into peace. x
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I agree.
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Sue, beautifully written. May I reblog on my site?
~Susan (3rd generation military veteran)
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Of course. I’d be honoured, Susan.
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poignant – just discovered (on another blog) that John McCrae was Canadian
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Yes, he was born in Guelph, Ontario and served at Ypres. His friend was killed in the battle, inspiring this poem now known the world over.
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Beautiful, sad and great reminder, Sue. One of the poems I can still remember every word of!
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Some just stay with you, don’t they.
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Such a beautiful remembrance, moving to tears.
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Thank you.
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It was supposed to be the war to end war. Not quite. Not yet. Maybe someday.
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We can hope… and hopefully work towards peace. One day.
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Nice post and thanks for sharing, Sue
“Lest we forget”
Reblogged on Facebook and did link at https://peacepursuit.wordpress.com/2015/11/11/lest-we-forget/
and http://www.awritersdreams.wordpress.com
All the best
craig
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Thank you, Craig.
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Beautiful post Sue💕
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Thank you, Seonaid.
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Lovely. My dad was in the U.S. Navy serving on a troop transport ship during WWI. He used to tell me about it. — Suzanne J.
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My grandfathers told me… though what they would share was not the whole truth. It seldom is.
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