Category Archives: Remembrance
I was so proud today of the Town of Wisbech and its fine people.
Remembrance in Wisbech is a special ceremony. The folk of this Town know how much was sacrificed and there is always a large crowd gathered to pay proper respects to the fallen.
As the Mayor this year it was my privilege and honour to lay a wreath on behalf of Wisbech Town Council.
It was wonderful to see so many young people also, turned out as cadets or with their families. Several generations all united in their gratitude, thanks and respect for the people who gave their lives in order that we are able to live ours in safety and peace.
The service in the church of St Peter and St Paul was very nicely done and underlined the gravity of the day.
Finally, the Deputy Lord Lieutenant and I carried out a review of the military and cadet units presented in the Market Place. They were all exemplary.
As a biting cold wind swept through the Market Place, some of the very young cadets were clearly cold. They stood stalwart nonetheless and were unmoved. Their parents must be immensely proud of these fine young people.
*Pictures courtesy and (c) Jamie Edwards and Brenda Barber
This morning I was invited to join the students, teachers and cadets at Thomas Clarkson Academy for their remembrance service.
Students lined the balconies and stairwells, holding the names of family members who were lost in conflict.
I laid a wreath on behalf of the Town Council and paid my respects.
During the service and the silence, despite thousands of students in close proximity, you could have heard a pin drop.
What an honour it was to attend the school’s Remembrance event and to be a small part of it. The students and staff of the school did the Town and themselves proud and their clear and profound respect for those who have fallen to keep us all safe was evident and obvious.
Thank you for inviting me to attend.
I spent the morning at the Remembrance Service in Wisbech both at the War Memorial and then in the church. Touching service, respectful crowd, a very moving day.
For the Fallen
by LAURENCE BINYON
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,England mourns for her dead across the sea.Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,Fallen in the cause of the free.Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royalSings sorrow up into immortal spheres,There is music in the midst of desolationAnd a glory that shines upon our tears.They went with songs to the battle, they were young,Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morningWe will remember them.They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;They sit no more at familiar tables of home;They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;They sleep beyond England’s foam.But where our desires are and our hopes profound,Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,To the innermost heart of their own land they are knownAs the stars are known to the Night;As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
‘Lest We Forget
“There are stars whose light only reaches the earth long after they have fallen apart.
There are people whose remembrance gives light in this world, long after they have passed away.
This light shines in our darkest nights on the road we must follow.”
– From The Talmud