IN FLANDERS FIELDS
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.
——Lt. Colonel John McCrae——
Today Hubby’s band will play at the Lawn Garden service as usual. This year we will be there on time – now I know the correct entrance! 😳 Then the band will go back to the RSA for drinks. This year the RSA is hoping to encourage families and younger people to stay longer with some entertainment. “Entertainment” isn’t what I would normally associate with ANZAC Day so I’m curious to see how it goes down.
As always, I remember the day I went to Ypres and saw all the ANZAC names among other allied names on the Menin Gate. We had to leave before the daily last post ceremony that takes place at 8pm. That is something I would like to have the opportunity go back and do at some point.
From 11 November, 1929 the Last Post has been sounded at the Menin Gate memorial every night and in all weathers. The only exception to this was during the four years of the German occupation of Ypres from 20 May 1940 to 6 September 1944. The daily ceremony was instead continued in England at Brookwood Military Cemetery, Surrey. On the very evening that Polish forces liberated Ypres the ceremony was resumed at the Menin Gate, in spite of the heavy fighting still going on in other parts of the town.
There is something amazing about how 2 nations stop for a moment and reflect on those gone before us. In the craziness of the world in general in today’s world, I think it’s important to honour those men and women and remember the sacrifices that were made in far away places, a long time ago.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them