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Remembrance Day and music to remember them by


On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we recall with love and respect all those who served in the Armed Forces and fell in our defence.

David remembers -

Winchester. Between services, we walked up the hill behind the church to the War Memorial - young and old, the Vicar, not usually in his robes, but in them today, some soldiers in uniform, and many young people because it's a young people's church. We wore poppies. We sang a hymn - 'O God our help in ages past'. Buglers sounded the Last Post. We stood for two minutes of silence to remember and give thanks to those who had given their lives, their loves, their future to defend freedom.

I thought how precious our freedom was, how hard it had been to gain - over two thousand years of struggle - and how it is always under attack. No mere word, the ancient word freedom, but a state of being which gives us the rule of just law, science and friendship and the free economy, the chance to raise our children in peace and to see our grandchildren happy.

We were given a priceless gift by those who gave their lives for us. We cannot let their sacrifice be in vain. We hope, as they hoped, that a time will come when 'nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.'

Britain remembers.

Canada remembers.

Australia remembers.

New Zealand remembers.

America remembers.


In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

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.

In Flanders Fields was written in World War One, on the field of battle in 1915 by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD, Canadian Army (1872-1918)

We wish we could do justice to the courage, gallantry, selflessness and sacrifice of the men and women who have served and died on our behalf. Their cause is described in The Liberty Timeline.

Music to remember them by from Mark Knopfler OBE.

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