In Honour . . .

At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, the nation stood still and donated two minutes of silence in memory of those fallen, for those who gave their lives to shape our future, and for those who are still giving their lives today.

We in the office were no different. As the handle on the clock inched ever closer to eleven o'clock we were all standing and giving our two minutes silence in honour. You'll even be surprised to hear that our very own Bexter contributed too.

I was supposed to add some humour to today's blog, like I usually do, trying to make reading it less painful than what it already is, but it's hardly surprising that my humour escapes me. Instead I've found a poem that I thought I'd share on behalf of Cybercheckout, aka Gridstop Ltd in memory.

We Shall Keep the Faith

by Moira Michael, 1918

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,

Sleep sweet - to rise anew!

We caught the torch you threw

And holding high, we keep the faith

With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red

That grows on fields where valour led;

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies,

But lends a lustre to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead

In Flanders Fields.

And now the torch and Poppy Red

We wear in honour of our dead.

Fear not that ye have died for naught;

We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought

In Flanders Fields.

D. Ilott
Cybercheckout
Gridstop Ltd