9 A Trysting-Moment with the Brave and Faithful What Remembrance Day Means THE YPRES TIMES Specially Contributed to the Ypres Times By Henry Benson, M.A. OX Wednesday, November nth, with customary solemnity, the nation celebrated the thirteenth anniversary of the Armistice. Once again, during the Two Minutes' Silence following the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the life of the nation came to a standstill, and in the solemn hush the British race commemorated its glorious dead. Over a million men, the flower of the Empire, made the supreme sacrifice in the Great war that civilization might be safe," as we so optimistically put it at the time. On Remembrance Day they come back to us. On Remembrance Day, in a myriad homes, all round the world, a bond of sympathy unites the living with the dead. Once again in the beautiful stillness of the Two Minutes' Silence we feel our lost loved ones close to us. Summoned back by tears and longing, they return to touch our busy lives in that brief space when, all other thoughts shut out, we commune with those from whom we have been parted so long. Had they lived, Time would have laid his finger upon them as upon us. But, even as they left us, so we see them once moregallant, youthful and steadfast. Men who would be almost middle-aged now are still to their mothers My boy, my little boy." For that, if tor nothing else, Remembrance Day is wonderful and beautiful. It is, indeed, a day worthy of a great people; one of those rare occasions in our worldly preoccupations which serve to chasten and subdue." To many the Great Silence is a trysting-moment with those who left them with a smileperhaps a joketo fight because they thought it right to do so. Some of them were mature and thoughtful, and may have foreseen some thing of the fretful bewilderment, the selfishness, the slow wasting of human effort, of human faith and hope that would follow the struggle. Again, a large number were old Regulars who already knew war in all its horrors, and went without illusions concerning glory and honour; or perchance a sailor who faced with knowledge the long watches in the lonely seas, with only Death as a companion. For the most part, however, they were simple, ordinary men. They were of all ages, but nearly all of us think of them wistfully in forms of vigorous youth troops of lads who were quickly turned into soldiers, who passed from their schoolrooms and their sheltered homes to scenes of unspeakable horror and suffering. How poignant is the memory of those khaki-clad lads who disappeared into that black cloud we called the warand died! How many mothers in the Great Silence echoed the touching words of a Yorkshire woman, who confessed to me in a little cemetery near Arras last summer, I hate to leave him here. He was always such a timid little fellow." And yet that timid little fellow," as the headstone above his grave proclaims, had won the D.C.M.

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The Ypres Times (1921-1936) | 1932 | | pagina 11