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November
11, 1998
Remembrance
Day 1998
30
You
will hear of wars
and
rumours of wars,
but
see to it that you are not alarmed.
Such
things must happen,
but
the end is still to come.
Nation
will rise against nation,
and
kingdom against kingdom.
There
will be famines and earthquakes
in
various places.
All
these are the beginning of the birth pains.
Jesus
Christ
Matthew
24:6-8
1915
In
Flander’s 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
Flander’s 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
Flander’s Fields
John
McCrae
1872
– 1918
1918
relief
it
must have shone like daylight
dawning
after the too long night of fear
at
last
an
ending was in sight
to
the “war to end all wars”
reality
bitter
the
hopeful optimism of distant sunny days
destroyed
by endless days of carnage
death
and
destruction
1945
shock
incredulity
thirty
millions dead
and
that just a conservative guess
warriors
and citizens equ’ly mingle
where
all is level
and
beyond
where
all is not
thirty
millions dead
lives
sacrificed, taken, and wasted
all
too real a proof, if such is needed
of
the evil that inhabits with us
this
world awaiting peace
and
if evil, then good
and
if good, then God
lives
that never more can live
until
God’s final call
thrown
aside, for good or evil
in
mankind’s greatest struggle
1998
eighty
years gone by
hope
growing less hopeful
that
wars would forever end
far
fewer years since we last proved them wrong
countless
deaths
injustice
beyond recompense
how
can these lives be pleased
by
a single silent moment
and
a poppy upon the breast
surely
their blood cries out for more
for
now
upon
our perch of time
we
see ever clearer the evil that died
and
the good that against all hope
survived
warriors now long dead
who
died in vain
if
only we forget
Satan’s
evil demands the fighting
and he is falling
God’s
good demands sacrifice
and He shall prevail
between
the two lie all man’s choice