Lest We Forget

GO PLACIDY AMID THE NOISE AND THE HASTE,
AND REMEMBER WHAT PEACE THERE MAY BE IN SILENCE.

Once in a while, you have to stop what you are doing, and just look around, listen, and think.
See what this world is all about. Stop and smell the roses. Feel the sun on your face. Enjoy the breeze blowing through your hair. Run. Jump. Be at peace with yourself and the world around you.

......Remember what it took, to have all this. All we take for granted.

.......................

..... and lest we forget

WHAT SILENCE THERE IS IN PEACE

Canadian National War Memorial

- Ottawa

Where the Rockies Touch the Stars
Now this war has ended
And I am homeward bound
I'll be leaving some buddies behind me
Some boy's who'll never be found.
Away from the fierceness of fighting
Away from those battle scars
Back to my home in the mountains
Where the Rockies touch the stars.
Back to the peaceful valley
The one that I once knew
Back to the peaceful valley
Where ill winds never blew.
Where the Canada geese are calling
Along the Columbia River's bars
Back to my home in the mountains
Where the Rockies touch the stars.

Author: Jack Thompson, 1945

The Unknown Soldier -Arlington Nat'l Cemetery

The Unknown Soldier
- Arlington National Cemetery

Dry Tears
Red poppies blowing in the wind,
across fields in far off lands.
White markers all in rows, straightly standing,
among emerald lawns, and cobbled paths...
Again, once more they stand, shoulder to shoulder,
hand to hand, defending all shores of man...
Bitter cold, rain, wind, snow nor summer heat,
can their bodies feel, from beneath, they rest...
Called to go and serve, do their best,
duty done, long ago, time is done...
To weep for all, eternity it would take,
honor their memory, put to rest our fears...
To cry for all would drain mind and soul,
pray on bent knee, if you will...
Safely now they lie, they have earned the rest,
so for them cry only Dry Tears...
- David Baillie aka Scottie

Dry Tears is from The VietNam Veterans Memorial Wall. Electronic Rubbings. Literary Pages

Vietnam Memorial
- Canberra, Australia

"The Ode"

Give unto them this day,
They shall not grow old,
As we who 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

IF WE BREAK FAITH -
THEY SHALL NOT REST
As we gather to face the dawn -
we honour those who faced the night.

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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 your 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.
-Col. John McCrae
Canadian Army

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