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A shot seen and taken a while back and saved for Remembrance Sunday . The small silhouette Tommy has stood on the roof of a house garage nearby so when I saw it with the background of the autumn leaves bathed in sunlight I could see this would make a suitable tribute for Remembrance Sunday .
So on this day take time to remember anyone injured or lost in the past !!
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.
by John McCrae, May 1915
Remembrance Sunday; to honour the service and sacrifice of our Armed Forces community, the British and Commonwealth veterans, the Allies that fought alongside us and the civilian servicemen and women involved in the two World Wars and later conflicts.
Armistice Day , on November 11, commemorates the signing of the armistice between the Allies and Germany at 11am on November 11, 1918 - Take Two Minutes of Silence to remember those killed in the two World Wars and the 12,000 British servicemen killed or injured since 1945.
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This is the Remembrance Sunday that I photographed in Hove during the second lockdown. All images for this series are uploaded on a very low resolution.
Grand Avenue, Hove
8th December, 2020
Yesterday was Remembrance Sunday. We in the UK tell ourselves that we remember those killed in the wars. There is of course nobody left to remember the fallen of WWI, and very few still have a memory of people killed in WWII. The truth is that we are dealing with an imagined memory. And this imagination is publicly organised and kept alive by various interest groups, in State, Church and civil society. In some ways it is like Christmas, with Remembrance Sunday having its own liturgy, music and solemn processions. There are even special remembrance decorations that each year are taken out of storage and, as here, are mounted to the memorials of the war dead.
For Remembrance Sunday
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The sky was captured shortly after we'd stood at our front doors for the two minutes silence and the poppy is a composite, the original of which was captured before.
Captured early on Remembrance Sunday the sky lighting up over Torbay taken from under Paignton Pier. It was great to be out capturing the world again after a break of over 2 months and a chance to try out my new gear after deciding to take the plunge into Full Frame.
I hope you like it and thanks for looking.
The Clock Tower Memorial with 35,000 Poppies attached to netting and provide a wonderful display at this popular east coast seaside resort.
I travel further now for lots of holidays but skegness holds so many happy memories and i'm so happy to be able to enjoy having our static van here because those memories are so precious. Disappointingly my dad only made 2 fleeting visits during all the years our mum bought us here. I am so proud of her too as she was a lorry driver during the war but never driving since then. My dad obviously didn't lose his life during the war but sustained shrapnel wounds (shiny red bumps ) on his forehead which remained for the rest of his relatively short life, dying aged just 49 yrs. He was in Burma in the ' forgotten ' army and said he had done enough travelling to last the rest of his life....
Jonathan's dad was in the medical corps and was there at the releasing of prisoners at Belsen but ever afterwards never ever spoke one word of what he witnessed.....
We will remember them and ALL of those who fought for our freedom....We are returning to Winthorpe " a couple of miles south of here this afternoon and depends on the weather as to how long but the site closes for the winter a week tomorrow...Sue :)
Wishing everyone as lovely weekend as possible as I know some circumstances can make things difficult..You are all in my thoughts xxx
Made with love by the ladies of the St James Parish Church Louth, Lincolnshire in 2018
For the fallen.. exert from the poem by Laurence Binyon
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.
We hear these words every Remembrance Sunday but they never sound less poignant however many times we hear and repeat them..
Our hearts break every time and no less now during the pandemic.
Greater love hath no man than this that he lay down his life for his friends [ John 15.13 ]
I have the greatest respect for both men and women who were in active service during both world wars and am truly thankful for the part they played to bring stability and safety back into lives turned upside down by war and for those were injured in mind or body in doing so.
Sadly far too many actually gave their lives in order that we should live.. I thank them and I remember them....
A fact I find desperately sad....
World War II
By far the most costly war in terms of human life was World War II (1939–45), in which the total number of fatalities, including battle deaths and civilians of all countries, is estimated to have been 56.4 million, assuming 26.6 million Soviet fatalities and 7.8 million Chinese civilians were killed.
We just watched the Armistice Day service of remembrance and as usual it made the tears well up.
The last post then the 2 minutes silence…..not a sound.
Yet the whole world must be hearing the last sighs of a baby’s breath as its lifeline suddenly stops working.
This photo or narrative is not political just hoping everyone prays to their God that the hospitals in Gaza get the power back on to continue to save lives even if having to resort to generators..surely this can somehow be done…..
Pray 🙏 as you never prayed before please………………
This impressively decorated gentleman is Nick. I had the pleasure of meeting him at the McDonalds in High Street Kensington, London. I asked if I could take his picture and he kindly agreed.
He was slightly surprised that I was taking his portrait in McDonalds. After I had taken a couple of shots he pointed out that it used to be a military offence to go on parade without having had breakfast.
He was on route to the Remembrance Service and Parade at Kensington War Memorial.
I thanked him and wished him well.
Thanks for visiting.....
In memory of the hundreds of thousands who have died or suffered as the result of wars. I pray that we may all seek for peace in our hearts.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
100 years ago today, at 11am, the guns fell silent after four years of brutal and devastating warfare. The war to end all wars. If only that were true. Humanities best hope to avoid repeating the tragedies of the past is to remember them and to learn from them. Lest we forget.
An old image from a World War 1 era machine gun that was on display in the city a couple of years ago. I thought it poignant for today with The First World War being the birth of the modern military machine and it's truly devastating weapons, and this gun belt containing unusable ammunition - a silent gun.
"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."
The Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
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.
I had to dash 140 miles back from Dorset to get to Brentwood in time to go 'on Parade' but I managed it ! I had been attending Gran Daughter's 21st Birthday event on the Saturday. My Son Hughie took this of me with the Brentwood Imperial Youth Band. I was in the Royal Army Medical Corps.
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. (John McCrae)
888,246 ceramic poppies will have been planted in the moat around the Tower of London to commemorate the lives lost of British & Commonwealth servicemen & women during WW1. Add to that the many other lives lost during these dark years, it really brings home the terrible sacrifice made during times of war. May one day the world be at peace.
Photo of the week in Best of Lovers of Landscapes 16 Nov 2014
It is Remembrance Sunday in a few days to commemorate the contribution of both military and civilian servicemen and women in the two World Wars and later conflicts. I thought this image of the rural village of Adlestrop will be appropriate.
In our busy lives we rarely have the opportunity to step back, ponder and reflect about what those in the military have sacrificed for us to be able to live in peace. We should never forget what those who served have experienced in the face of danger beyond our comprehension.
For remembrance Sunday when we remember those who gave everything and those who are still affected. We will remember them.
On a very gloomy, misty Remembrance Sunday, the recently returned from Scotland Stanier designed Black 5 4-6-0 no.45212 climbs out of the gloom at Oakworth Bank, with the 10:50 down Keighley-Oxenhope service.
"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".
I captured this very moving image while on a visit to Eyam in Derbyshire.
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
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During World War I between 1914-1918, there were a staggering 9.7 military deaths and 10 million civilian deaths. Today marks 100 years since the end of hostelries. Sadly our world leaders still talk the language of hatred and division.
Among the hand-knitted/crocheted poppies along the railings at Winchester Cathedral are just a few private and poignant messages, left, I imagine by children, at least 3 generations removed from those who fought in WW1.
I also have a thought today for my dad spending four years away from home in WW2, three of those years in PoW camps in N Africa and Europe.
The diary he kept for the duration was very detailed and, interviewed about his wartime experiences by the Imperial War Museum when he was 61, he said:
"I haven't yet been able to get it published because it just contains the humdrum life in camp but maybe one day I'll be able to. I don't know."
If only he could know......
And thanks to Ian Douglas for his generosity of time and expertise in the publication, and to all my friends who have been interested to read it and have not found it 'humdrum':
'Till We Meet Again: Gunner Bert Martin': 1941 to 1945' (Amazon: paperback/kindle)
My parents married in March 1941 and my dad went off to war four months later. After his return home in May 1945 they enjoyed 40 years of happy marriage.