11.8.2020 – listen, silent sound

listen, silent sound
2 minutes of memories
will we remember?

By chance I was up this past Sunday morning with the radio station I like from London playing.

In Great Britain, today was Remembrance Day, the day the day honoring the end of World War 1 and those who died in the war.

At 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month, the time when the armistice was signed in France, Britain comes to a halt for a two minutes silence.

A tradition started in 1919 with this statement from George V, the Grand Father of Elizabeth II.

To all my people,
     Tuesday next, 11 November, is the first anniversary of the armistice, which stayed the world-wide carnage of the four preceding years, and marked the victory of right and freedom.
     I believe that my people in every part of the Empire fervently wish to perpetuate the memory of that great deliverance and of those who laid down their lives to achieve it.
     To afford an opportunity for the universal expression of this feeling it is my desire and hope that at the hour when the Armistice came into force, the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, there may be for the brief space of two minutes a complete suspension of all our normal activities.
     During that time, except in the rare cases where this may be impracticable, all work, all sound, and all locomotion should cease, so that, in perfect stillness, the thoughts of everyone may be concentrated on reverent remembrance of the glorious dead.
     No elaborate organisation appears to be necessary.
     At a given signal, which could easily be arranged to suit the circumstances of each locality, I believe that we shall all gladly interrupt our business and pleasure, whatever it may be, and unite in this simple service of silence and remembrance.
           GEORGE R.I

This year by chance was the first time I had ever experienced the moment.

The presenter announced that it was time for the Two Minutes Silence and the radio station cut to a live microphone outside Westminster Abby .

The bell, Big Ben, tolled 11 times and the silence started.

It was two minutes of silent sound.

I am not sure what a silent sound sound likes.

Much like the color of water I guess.

But there is was on the radio for two minutes.

I am not sure how exactly this is observed through out the county but its a big deal for the Queen.

She wears her poppies.

Those pink paper flowers that everyone puts on in Britain during this week.

The poppies are also a remembrance of the World War 1 from the poem, In Flanders Fields, a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 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.

The Queen wore her poppies and she observed they 2 minute silence and this year, she wore a mask.

She had flowers placed on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Westminster Abby.

You remember that when her mother and father were married, her mother, Queen Elizabeth, left her wedding bouquet on the tomb as she left the Abby on the arm of her new husband.

I am sure when it was over the Queen said the expected words, “We will remember them.”

Not suckers.

Not losers.

We should remember them.

I hope we do.

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