Today is November 11th. Armistice Day. This year is also the Centenary of the start of WWI. It seemed fitting, therefore, to visit the beautiful ceramic poppy memorial at the Tower of London today.
We were there for 11am and the two minutes silence. It was very poignant. I can not imagine seeing my son off to war. How very, very indebted we are to these men.
888, 246 ceramic poppies fill the moat.
888, 246 British Military Fatalities during WWI.
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.
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We also saw HMS Belfast.
Walked over Tower Bridge.
And saw Monument and Pudding Lane where the Great Fire of London started. Amazing.
Proclamation by Charles II
On London Bridge.
Somehow we made it home in time for The Boy's Football class, Panda Girl's Ballet class and Ballet Girl's and Monkey Girl's Ballet Class.
My husband who had also spent the day (working) in London, vacuum-cleaned the entire house, picked up the grocery shop, made the dinner, and washed and dried up.
Thank you God for my awesome family.
