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Photo-a-Day  (Thursday, 29th November, 2018)

Remembrance Sunday


Remembrance Sunday
An alternative view.

Photo: Andrew Fishburn  (Canon EOS 6D)
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Comment by: Thomas(Tom)Walsh on 29th November 2018 at 01:01

When I was a child I used go errands for an old lady from my street - Mrs Kelly, she lost her son in in WW1 as the. 100th aniversery of his death approached I wrote this poem.
I hope veiewers don't mind me sharing it.

John Kelly.

(A lad from my street killed in action 1918)
By,
Tom Walsh


John Kelly, who was he ? a man who gave his life for you and me , a man who left his home and friends to fight for freedom to fight the foe.

A life snuffed out before its time in the carnage of that horrendous war. Did he think of his Mother on that fateful day ? did he ponder days of yore?

Did his life before him flash ? did he have time to make his peace with God ? Did he think of a sweetheart, as life blood ebbed away, of children now denied ?

Did he wonder if his body would lie with the glorious dead in a fields wheat and corn, of poppies red and lilies white ? or was his shroud to be the earth and clay.

Did he shed a tear for times that might have been, of growing old with kith and kin? Could he have known in decades hence, a poet would ask ' John Kelly, who was he ?

Comment by: irene roberts on 29th November 2018 at 06:51

A lovely, respectful and unusual scene.

Comment by: Helen of Troy on 29th November 2018 at 07:43

And a lovely, respectful verse by Tom.

Comment by: Veronica on 29th November 2018 at 08:19

Haunting words Tom - it seemed that every street was missing someone in those far away days.

Comment by: Kath H on 29th November 2018 at 08:48

Both myself and my husband lost our Grandad’s to the first WW. We would have loved to have met them. There are many more who also lost Grandad’s they never met.
We should never forget them.
My husbands Grandad is buried in Ruane Northern France. We have been to his grave twice. It’s in a beautiful well kept Cemetery, and heartbreaking to see all those graves.

Comment by: kath on 29th November 2018 at 08:56

wonderful!

Comment by: Poet on 29th November 2018 at 09:02

Nice work Tom.Your words compliment Andrew's fine photo very sympathetically.

Comment by: Aubrey on 29th November 2018 at 09:47

A great photo Andrew.

Comment by: irene roberts on 29th November 2018 at 09:54

That's lovely, Tom. xx

Comment by: WN1 Standisher on 29th November 2018 at 10:15

A fitting tribute from you both Andrew and Thomas. My Wife an I are back from a weekend in Belgium where we visited my Great Uncle who was killed in 1917, aged 20.The Cemetry's as you say Kath are immaculate. We then went to Ypres for the ceremony on the Sunday along with 10's of thousands of people from all over the world. Abiding memory, 11:00am standing in the square in Ypres a stones throw from the Menin Gate, a lone Scotch Piper playing a lament. You could hear a pin drop.

Comment by: Philip G. on 29th November 2018 at 12:10

A strong image Andrew.
Fine words Thomas.

Comment by: irene roberts on 29th November 2018 at 12:46

I was at The Menin Gate listening to the piper many, many years ago, Standisher when I was only in my early twenties. I have never forgotten it.

Comment by: Veronica on 29th November 2018 at 14:03

The last time I was at the Menin gate was 1997 and I will never forget how emotional it was. Actually going to my Grt Uncle's grave at Dickebush was very moving in itself. It was a small cemetery off the beaten track and William's grave in a long line was the only one with a rose blooming. I just felt he knew I was coming and it was a lovely sign
- I must admit I shed a tear or two!

Comment by: irene roberts on 29th November 2018 at 19:08

That's lovely, Veronica. xx

Comment by: Fert on 1st December 2018 at 15:38

That is so good that it deserves to be offered to the church/council/local RBL future archive in documenting how it was on that day and centenary year.
Has anyone else also noticed, that generally where they be at memorials, that the Fields of Remembrance are getting smaller every year. Is it with the direct relatives or old comrades passing on themselves? that has to have something to do with it.

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