Veteran’s Day, Armistice Day, Remembrance Day

I was just reading Retriever‘s Poppy Day post, and I was overcome by the power of her words.  Whatever we call today, it is above all else a day to honor all of the men and women who have fought in foreign wars (or “conflicts”) and survived to return to their home here in the United States of America and to all who serve our great nation.  

Following are two of my favorite of the Great War poems.  They are . . . powerful.

In Flanders Fields
Lt. Col. John McCrae
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.

Dulce Et Decorum Est
Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Memorial Day is terribly poignant and significant as we remember our fallen, and now, on Veterans’ Day we remember–celebrate, thank, honor–those who did not die in battle, but who would bravely, gladly have  done so to protect our nation, our flag, and our freedoms.  While they didn’t pay the ultimate price, they gave so much of their lives, time, emotion, psyche, strength, courage, and bodies.  They live each day with the horrors they experienced in the name of our freedom, and for all this, I believe that on this day of all days, each and every veteran deserves our respect and gratitude for their service to our country.



9 thoughts on “Veteran’s Day, Armistice Day, Remembrance Day

  1. Great minds think alike Fuzzy. And I love your first choice of poem too. Very powerful. I have been feeling very emotional today. My own son is approaching the age that many lads in the First World War were when they signed up, lying about their age. I am very grateful for all those brave soldiers who risk their health and lives for their fellow countrymen and women. They are never forgotten.

  2. It does sometimes seem a world away, but poetry brings it home, doesn't it, for those of us the brave have struggled and sometimes died to protect. Thanks for posting the Owen, which is such a needed reminder. Thanks, Fuzzy.

  3. I agree with your choices.

    WWI was so disgustingly futile, with so many men dying for nothing. Meaning that men were forced to charge out of the trenches into machine gun fire that assured them they were committing suicide, or if they didn't go would be shot by their supervisors… supervisors and leaders who were incompetent to invent another idea and arrogant enough to stay and send man after man to certain death on both sides.

    What a waste. I can't even watch WWI on the military channel. In every other war environment that I can think of before and after WWI, each soldier at least had a chance.

    WWI was a war of incompetence and stalemate.

  4. @Retriever, Kerry, and Pedaling, well, I kind of sort of used the same poems that I used in 2006 on my Veteran's Day post, but I so love them both and they're the ones I think of on this day. And Kerry, that's such a good idea!

    @Kid, it was a difficult time and mistakes (as always are in both war and peace) were made. But the early twentieth century is one of my favorite historical times, and even with all the horror of WWI, there was the Christmas Truce that to this day gives me hope for us all.

    @Odie, yay! I'm so glad 😀

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