11th day of 11th month at 11 am
GMT
Service at little church (8 pews) poems of Wilfred Owen and
Siegfried Sassoon
Remembering the dead and questioning the follies of those
whose decisions lead to countless deaths.
2 mins of silence
History should not be repeated but is/will be as history
seems sometimes not to be analyzed or known
Anthem for Doomed Youth
BY WILFRED OWEN
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the
monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the
stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of
mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling
for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands
of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of
girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each
slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Lovely project by Danny Boyle
