Those “for whom bugles sang, saddening the evening air”

Those “for whom bugles sang, saddening the evening air” (Wilfred Owen) (Great War Poet)  

Thanks to Amy McCreath for the reminder of Wilfred Owen's lines.



The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month (November 1918) used to be known as Armistice Day.  It signaled the truce between the armies of Great Britain, France and the United States with the German High Command in what was known as "The Great War" or The War to end all wars",  until the 1939-1946 World War, caused it to be re-named as World War 1.

Armistice Day (Nov 11th)  was renamed as Remembrance Day in Great Britain and the Commonwealth, and as Veteran's Day in the U.S.A.,  to reflect that The War to End all Wars  solved nothing, and that there have been all too many subsequent wars.

For some reason my home City newspaper - the "Bristol (U.K.) Post" published photo's of the Remembrance Day ceremonies (observed on Sunday Nov 10th) under the older title of Armistice Day.

Here are some of them:





 






Comments

  1. Anonymous12 November 2013 at 01:22

    I believe there were 2 ceremonies in many places, Bristol included. One on Remembrance Sunday as usual, & a second on the 11th, being called Armistice day.

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  2. Sarah-Octogenarian12 November 2013 at 06:11

    A very nice post and pictures. Being a member of a military family with many veterans I do appreciate it!

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