Let's just remember

Today, there is no rant. What I have to say can wait for another day.

You are free to interpret the words that follow in any way you choose.

For me, on this day, there is but one meaning. I will say no more.

They shall grow not old,
As we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them.
 

Do you remember Momo?

[Versteckter Link - Registrierung notwendig]

[Versteckter Link - Registrierung notwendig] is what happened to her...

My Great Great Aunt.  Edith Cavell. Shot by the other side

Staying of topic on topic here is another poem:

Petko Rachev Slaveyhov "For the People"

Ideals were what I went by-
Everything else I reckoned a wrong,
Possessing them, I ignored even myself,
In the world, I saw not the world.
All the time I watched over others,
Right, I told myself, it must be right,
My own works I delayed-
Other's I did first.
I lived my life in love with the people,
With misfortunes all the more....
It can be seen I am the people's-
Hungry, thirsty, barefoot and naked.
 

in some countries they honour their dead war heroes, and in others Hoppeditz
awakens from his slumbers to cause chaos in the 5th season of the year.

strange world we live in.

PS Wilfred Owen - recommended reading, he died 7 days before the 1st world war ended

But it will be pretty difficult to find a comparison to ETV in "In Flanders Fields". Take the last two strophes of "For The Fallen" and try the same:

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

It's Remembrance Day  today , Poppy  Day or Armistice Day , commemorating the sacrifices of soldiers and civilians  in war since World War I.

I prefer John McCrae's poem "In Flanders Fields" (the poppies blow between the crosses...)

Laurence Binyon "For The Fallen" (1914)

Houston, we have a problem! 8=D