11th November 1918.
The guns fell silent on the Western Front.
11th November 2018.
The whole nation is silent. We remember.
100 years later, we remember the soldiers, the nurses, the brave people in war who have fallen. We remember you.
Today, as the sounds of The Last Post play out on the Bugle, as the sun rises from the mountains of Perth filling the sky with vibrant patterns of blues, pinks, purples, and yellows, as people don their poppies, we rise for the living and the fallen, the ANZACs, to the previous and current men and women who have served their country, who have served in war, conflict, and/or peace-keeping.
Lest we forget.
In Flanders Fields
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark out 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.”
John McCrae, May 1915.