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Eleven, Eleven, Eleven

On the 11th hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month The Armistice of 1918 was signed by representatives of the Allies and Germany declaring an end to World War one with the cessation of hostilities on land, sea and air. Lots of people have started buying and wearing knitted, plastic and metal poppies, with some buying big ones to put on the front of their cars or trucks. The origins lie in the opening lines of war poem In Flanders Fields by Canadian officer John McCrae, first published in December 1915: “In Flanders fields the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row”. All nations of the Commonwealth will observe this day as well as other countries marking this day as a memorial. A memorial not just for all lives lost in World War One, but also for the countless lives lost in other wars – many continuing in 2018.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

For The Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon.

World peace must develop from inner peace. Peace is not just mere absence of violence. Peace is, I think, the manifestation of human compassion.

Dalai Lama.


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