Lest we forget
For me there can be no other poem for the day. Please take a quiet moment out of your day, today, to remember.
Writings of a Mrs
I write, blog, vlog and poet…I wander, I ponder and I recollect …DIGITAL NOMAD & PHILOSOPHER
For me there can be no other poem for the day. Please take a quiet moment out of your day, today, to remember.
Writings of a Mrs 
Thank you for posting this wonderful, yet poignant poem.
Reblogged this on The Iridescent Bubble.
Thanks for the reminder, lest we forget.
Thank you for posting this famous poem. I see it was written in 1915. I think the tone of many of the great poets from WW1 had changed by the end of that war’s terrible ordeal.
Was at Essex Farm cemetary – at the site where J. McCrae wrote this – a couple of years ago. It’s just outside the town of Ypres and although it’s well-tended, it’s very sad how many grave markers are for ‘A Soldier of the Great War – Known Unto God.’
This poem is breath-taking and moving.
Thank you so much for posting this poem. 🙂
Yes, it’s all that, and more – yet we still have the world’s politicians willing to commit the young of every country to more of the same. We have natural disasters and everyone with a speck of humanity, rallies to the aid of the victims – which is as it should be in a world where distance holds few problems.
Yet, too often, our young troops, wounded or maimed in mind as well as body, are left to get on with what remains of their lives as best they can, rotting amid their own mental nightmares with their families being forced to share the situation as it is, and often becoming victims too.
It’s almost impossible to expect career soldiers, trained to fight and kill those they are informed are their enemies because they happen to be on the opposing side, to then switch back to benevolent mode upon the say so of politicians. The same politicians who, having provoked the fighting, sat back watching what happened while even making fortunes out of the conflict, decide to call a halt to the slaughter and recall their soldiers; making them pick up the threads of the life they’d left.
Perhaps the remedy would be to put all those who sit at the top into the arena of life and let them slog it out while we watch; even cheering from the safety of the sidelines, whoever tickles our fancy. It would save lives and let our young live theirs, instead of sacrificing them for a dream that turned out to be a nightmare…