Date: November 11, 2014

By: Paul Beveridge

Category: Celebration, Church, Community, English, History, New School, News, P.S.H.C.E. / S.E.A.L., Reading, School Trip, Visitor, Whole School

We began today with an assembly lead by our new team Rector, Cannon Simon, where we reflected on the importance of today and talked about a relative of his who lost an arm in the war and despite this continued his life with a cheerful outlook, always telling people that he ‘was one of the lucky ones’.

At 11am, the whole school joined in with the national period of silence and reflection, thinking about soldiers who had bravely fought to keep us safe and to protect our way of life.  The school council represented the whole community at a short service by the War Memorial, lead by Reverend Jackie.

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We heard the words from the famous poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Laurence Binyon including the words,

‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’

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Afterwards, we spent some time talking to representatives of the Ladies section of the Royal British Legion.

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Before finally joining together for a discussion about the War Memorial, the names we could read there and the brave things that these soldiers had done.

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There is another famous poem called ‘In Flanders’ Fields’ by John McCrae, a doctor who came from Canada and saw the horrors of war and then the poppies growing in the fields of Flanders, shortly after the fighting had stopped there.  It is one of the reasons why we choose to use the symbol of the poppy as an act of Remembrance.

In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high,
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

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