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debris4spike in photo_scavenger

Remembrance

I have just been up to London for a few days ... and went to the Cenotaph service on the 11th (however it was so hectic, I couldn't tsee much).  So, this photo was taken the following morning -

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Wow.
The cenotaph is always a moving image
What a perfect response - like Slay-me-Softly my first response was 'Wow!'.
The cenotaph is always a moving image

12th March

When I worked in Westminster I always made a point of going to the Cenotaph after the Sunday ceremony. It's a stunning sight. Our building was just down the road.

Re: 12th March

The cenotaph is always a moving image ... even without the poppy covering.

When I trained to be an osteopath my first year of lectures were actually in one of the small halls in Westminster Central Hall, so an area I also know well (the college then moved to Trafalgar Square)
Oh my, it's wonderful that so many folks have left remembrances there.
The cenotaph is always a moving image ... certainly more this year than on previous years.
A perfect response.

I hope that although hectic it was still moving. I listened to it on the radio and it sounded so.
The cenotaph is always a moving image

The 2 minutes silence was electric ... considering the squash you couldn't even hear breathing ... very special.
Thanks for sharing the picture. A bed of poppies seems somehow appropriate.
The cenotaph is always a moving image

The poppies were chosen for that reason ... I wonder if you know this poem -
John McCrae, May 1915

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.

He was a doctor from Canada, serving on the front line ... and this poem was used as the inspiration the year after the war ended

Edited at 2018-12-02 03:36 pm (UTC)