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A Blog dedicated to the promotion of the Traditional Roman Catholic Faith in union with HH Benedict XVI, to the preservation of our Traditional Græco-Roman Catholic Civilisation and to the New Crusade against Islam. This Blog is under the Patronage of the Sacred and Immaculate Hearts of Christ our King and His Holy Mother, our Queen and of Santiago Matamoros (St James the Moor-slayer) and the Crusader King, St Louis IX of France.

11 novembre 2010

Remembrance Day

At the "eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month" of 1918, the guns fell silent on the Western Front ending the Great War, the 'war to end all wars'. My Uncle Roy Wisemiller (the mis-spelling the army paymaster gave him, which he kept and is engraved on his gravestone next to his brother, my father, Perry Weismiller!) was on the Western Front with the AEF, whilst my grandfather, Charles Albert Oxley, had been invalided back to Britain after serving with the Royal Field Artillery in Mesopotamia (Iraq). I'm sure they were overjoyed. Let us pray for the souls, both military and civilian, who died on both side of that great conflict.

"In Flanders Fields" by Lt Col. John Alexander MacCrae, M.D., Canadian Army, 1872-1918, died at the front of meningitis and pneumonia whilst serving in a field hospital.

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.

The Official Canadian translation into French:

Au champ d'honneur, les coquelicots
Sont parsemés de lot en lot
Auprès des croix; et dans l'espace
Les alouettes devenues lasses
Mêlent leurs chants au sifflement
Des obusiers.

Nous sommes morts,
Nous qui songions la veille encor'
À nos parents, à nos amis,
C'est nous qui reposons ici,
Au champ d'honneur.

À vous jeunes désabusés,
À vous de porter l'oriflamme
Et de garder au fond de l'âme
Le goût de vivre en liberté.
Acceptez le défi, sinon
Les coquelicots se faneront
Au champ d'honneur.

The Ode of Remembrance

They shall not grow 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.

Lest We Forget!

1 Comments:

At 15/11/10 23:41, Anonymous Anonyme said...

I want you to know that I was the one who reported you to immigration that you are here illegally. Its too bad you wern't deported back to the US where you belong but I take satisfaction knowing you can never live in Canada legally or ever get a real job, and that the only way you can stay here is by living off of handouts. You wounded me and I have repaid you for what you did to me. Maybe next time you'll show some gratitude towards those who felt sorry for you.....

 

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