Poppies at Tower of London

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 19 มี.ค. 2018

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  • @barbfenwick9178
    @barbfenwick9178 2 ปีที่แล้ว +8

    I WAS AMAZED BY THE DISPLAY. GOD BLESS YOU ALL.

  • @ianarnett
    @ianarnett ปีที่แล้ว +7

    Remembrance is every year in the UK, not just on the major anniversary dates. Each city, town, village has its own ceremony to recall those from their community who fell and it is all culminated in the Festival of Remembrance at The Royal Albert Hall and the paying of homage to the fallen at The Cenotaph on Remembrance Sunday. These commemorations have been going on for decades, The Cenotaph was erected in 1920, so you see this is a major UK event every year.

  • @davetdowell
    @davetdowell 2 ปีที่แล้ว +10

    Remembrance isn't about war, it isn't about battles fought won or lost. It is about men (male and female), each of whom was loved, and each of whom loved others. It must be an act of remembering them as individuals and their individual sacrifice for us all, because each of them was one of us.

    • @richardwills-woodward5340
      @richardwills-woodward5340 ปีที่แล้ว

      Nonsense. It is about what you state but it IS about war. It is everything to do with war. They didn't die having a cup of tea in the garden without a cause.

    • @davetdowell
      @davetdowell ปีที่แล้ว +2

      @@richardwills-woodward5340 No, it's not. You don't know and can't tell from the war memorials what battlefield the remembered died upon. All you know is their name.
      It is about them, the individual and their sacrifice for your (in the generalised sense) freedom.

    • @cherylmatthews4066
      @cherylmatthews4066 ปีที่แล้ว +4

      Animals too...horses, dogs

  • @Photonface
    @Photonface 8 หลายเดือนก่อน

    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.