Today’s letters represent the thoughts of many who watched yesterday’s Centenary Remembrance Services in London. The first one is a trenchant observation from our correspondent Peter Mchugh, to which many may say “my thoughts exactly”. It was written yesterday evening:
Caustic Comment on 11-11-18
At no point during today’s broadcast from the Cenotaph in Whitehall, did I hear the dulcet tones of David Dimbleby refer to the fact that it is now 100 years since the Great War to free Europe from :
German domination – came to an end.
Neither did anyone make reference to the fact that a mere seventy three and a half years have elapsed since another war to free Europe from :
German domination – came to an end.
The BBC could have pointed out that an extension of WW-2 ( Brexit ) is still being fought, and is being considerably hampered by : The Netherlands – France – Poland and others, nations which simply would not exist if we had not come to their rescue, and ended –
German domination of Europe
Sorry to mention this, but our EU funded BBC were never going to, were they? Nor point out that :
Germany then adopted the EU as their route for the domination of Europe ! !
or that again, only we :
THE BRITISH BREXITEERS –
STAND AGAINST THEM !
Meanwhile in Paris, world leaders gathered to remember the fallen of France, and they had managed to bring along a representative of the nation that started it all – Frau Merkel ( nice touch ) .
Donald Trump attended, as the French and Belgian battlefield cemeteries contain far more American dead, than native sons.
Alongside him stood Angela Merkel looking distinctly vacant, and one wondered if she actually knew what was going on, or why she was there.
President Macron’s speech cast serious doubt on his comprehension of WW-2, especially when he described Europe as a “ fractured continent “.
It is, of course, and Angela has done as much to fracture it as her predecessors, The Kaiser and Adolf Hitler, but surely, as she and Macron will still be EU members after we have left, they are ideally placed to repair it – without out money, hopefully!
The next letter was sent in yesterday evening by our contributor Ann Farmer on the service in Westminster Cathedral. Her comments will also chime with many who watched the broadcast:
many thanks for yesterday’s Editorial – the video [by Brian Cooke] was excellent, so well put together and very moving.
I enjoyed the poem [by Leslie Nicholls] too – I’ve written one in similar vein posted below.
I watched the service in Westminster Abbey this evening and was surprised to say the least when the German President contributed a Bible reading in German. Perhaps I am getting paranoid, but there seemed to be a Brexit subtext in a lot of the commentary by the BBC.
Also: the BBC’s relentless ‘gender agenda’, which almost gave the impression that millions of men gave their lives for female equality – that it was something of an inconvenience when some of them actually returned from the War and expected to get their jobs back! Rather than commenting on the widespread gloom among women, owing to the loss of fathers, sons, brothers, sweethearts.
Respectfully, Ann Farmer
Here is Ann Farmer’s poem:
Bombed out, blown up, and very often short of meat;
Saw sights they rather would forget; watched blood-red colours seep;
Learned secrets, but they did not speak;
And we wondered why they did not weep.
Now they are failing fast;
As one by one their portraits fade,
We realise at last
That we were sheltering in their shade;
Their troubles many,
Their complaints were few;
No counselling for them – it cost a pretty penny –
But the jokes and laughter flew;
To them community was all,
But they took a wider view;
And as they faced their daily call,
They dared to put their trust in You.
Now they are gone,
And we are left as fortune’s dice are cast
Shivering and alone,
Because they stood between us and fate’s icy blast.
As we live on,
And as their wisdom dies,
We dwell in terror, lest anon
The younger generations think us wise –
Might think that we inherited the power
To rise to the occasion and embrace our fate –
Like our illustrious forebears, to shine in this dark hour;
But mere pastiche is not enough, and the hour is late;
And we are facing
Our own fears, and humbly seek their mighty prop and stay,
With doubt, self-pity interlacing;
And yet we pray that we will live to fight another day.
So as we stumble on, have patience with us if you would,
For they faced terrors that we never could;
As we distinguish fear from threat, and cowardice from common good,
Remember that the shoulders were far mightier on which we stood.