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Armistice Day - 100 Years On

Published: 05/11/2018

Armistice Day – Remembrance Sunday – Sunday 11th November – 100 years on.
The Armistice of 11th November 1918 was the Armistice that ended the fighting on land, sea and air in World War 1 between the Allies and their opponent, Germany.
Also known as Armistice of Compiegne from the area it was signed, it came into force at eleven o’clock in the morning – the “eleventh hour or the eleventh day of the eleventh month” of 1918.

Two minute silence. At 11am on each Remembrance Sunday a two minute silence is observed at war memorials and other public spaces across the UK. It came to symbolise the end of the war and provide an opportunity to remember those who had died.

Poppies are used to remember those who have given their lives in battle, these are the flowers that grew on the battlefields after World War One ended.

Every year, volunteers make poppies available throughout the country, collecting donations from people to wear them. The money raised from the donations is used to help servicemen and women whose lives have been changed by wars they have fought in.

There is no correct side to wear your poppy but to wear it with pride.
The Canadian military doctor and artillery commander Major John McCrae, who had to stand in to conduct a burial as the Chaplin was called away later wrote the iconic poem “In Flanders Fields”.
In Flanders Fields by 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.