The 11th

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month it ended. At least the first one ended then. Today is for remembrance.

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.

From Laurence Binyon’s poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914.

 Irishmen of a certain colour do not wear poppy’s to remember. They deny their forefathers who fell in Flanders fields because it became politically incorrect to do so. In recent times there has been moves to change this and memorials to the Irish dead are being honoured now. Irishmen of the orange tint do remember and in fact they drape their remembrance in sectarian colours. Both tribes have done it badly in the past.

Beloved Warrior.

I remember because my heritage demands it. Both my grandfathers were wounded several times but survived the slaughter. My remembrance is taking shape in the form of the novel I’m writing now. It is the next in the history trilogy: Beloved Warriors and it follows on from The Prairie Companions.  (This is the cover design for that)

My remembrance is not uncritical or nationalistic but personal and empathetic for the pain of the lost and those whose loved ones didn’t come home to make life possible for later generations. If my grandfather’s had not come home and my father had not come home from Burma then I’d not be blogging this. So yes I give thanks and do them honour.

This poem was written as a response to those who protest at soldiers funerals.

Taking a Stand

I ask you to stand with me

For both the injured and the lost

I ask you to keep count with me

Of all the wars and what they cost

I ask you to be silent with me

Quietly grateful for our lot

As I expect you’re as thankful as me

For the health and life we’ve got

I ask that you wish them well with me

All those still risking their all

And I ask that you remember with me

The names of those that fall

I expect that you are proud like me

Of this great nation of ours too

So enjoying all its freedoms like me

Support those upholding them for you

I hope that you are hopeful like me

That we’ll soon bring an end to wars

So you’ll have to stand no more with me

And mourning families no different from yours

‘Til then be thankful you can stand with me

Thinking of those who now cannot

For standing here today with me

At least we show they’re not forgot

John Bailey 
© Copyright May 2011 From

3 thoughts on “The 11th

  1. BJ November 11, 2011 / 1:00 pm

    This is a very moving way to commemorate the day which also remembers all that fall fighting for honour and freedom. What honour and whose freedom might be sometimes be an issue of course
    but still your blog here is at least a reminder of the beautiful words that people have been moved to write – I know you are one of them. B

  2. davidrory November 11, 2011 / 2:34 pm

    Thank you for this BJ and the nice words about Companions.

  3. witnessthefire November 12, 2011 / 8:55 pm

    That was beautiful, I couldn’t have done that better my self. And May They Rest In Peace ❤

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