Tomorrow my son and his friend have been chosen to lay a wreath

ive got soooo many poppies ive got them in my car in my babys bad in my handbag i chuck a few coins in everytime i see them selling them even got one in me car lol

A great honour and it's good to hear of someone bringing up children with respect for the very reason why we are still allowed to walk around freely xxxxx

sorry obviously inappropriate to add my own personal story there it was not intended to stray from the op,s post

I would be sooooo proud of him too. Lest we forget

A very good thing to do you must be so proud! We have a big parade tomorrow through the village and will be going as hubby would usually be in it but he is not here

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...

You must be very proud of him vinylandtrinkets. My children all wore their poppies to school & the schools were selling them to help a very good cause

my boys only just turned 8 and he is so honoured that they asked him, J.Dance what a lovely poem hun
Sigma our school wouldnt let them wear them for H&S reasons. pathetic i think, most of the older kids had them taped to their jumpers the little ones didnt have any

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915
Poppies (©greatwar.co.uk)

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.

The poem is the Ode of Remembrance, which was first published in The Times in September 1914. The seven-verse poem honoured the World War I British war dead of that time and in particular the British Expeditionary Force, which had by then already had high casualty rates on the developing Western Front. The poem was published when the Battle of the Marne was foremost in people's minds.

The "Ode of Remembrance" is regularly recited at memorial services held on days commemorating World War I, such as ANZAC Day, Remembrance Day, and Remembrance Sunday.

There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod, As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. "Step forward now, you soldier, You've borne your burdens well, Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell

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. my daughters a cadet and will be carrying the flag i'm so proud

got to admit in my cynical age and general disdain for most things, i have the utmost respect for this and good on your little fella.

Just before my grandad died he started to reminisce/ pass on some of what happened during ww2, such as getting stuck in basement for a week as german troops marched through day after day or being out in egypt and camouflaging the crap out of tanks etc.

it's a totally different world now compared to what they went through and thanks to them we can mess about on the t'internet and generallly be idiots.

anyway that's enough of the semi sensible stuff from me and in a while I'll be back to my sarky self just after i've had little sneak at one of the medals my granda left me.

are we allowed to post kids photos anymore??
the last few posts with the poems have all made me cry. they are truly beautiful poems.
Today was the most moving service i have been to, we marched with the veterans, the service personal , st johns ambulance and various guide & scout groups.

very moving to see that the kids from my kids club were the youngest there and my son and his friend took the wreath to the cenotaph, the Sargent Major who led the parade came over to us after the service to ask their names to put in our local paper as they were the youngest kids to lay a wreath, and they stood tall and proud at the cenotaph.
im so proud of my son, and the kids from the club