Remembrance Sunday

From Derek Jarman’s film of Britten’s “War Requiem”.

Maybe it’s because my maternal grandmother died in the autumn of 1918. Or maybe it’s the set of cast-metal doughboys (my Uncle Mont’s toys?) I played with as a child. But the Great War has always felt closer to me than that other world war that ended a decade before I was born.

I posted this, inspired by the “War Requiem,” my first year as a flocker.

And I began to post remembrances each year thereafter.

Remembrance

Eleven Eleven (Martinmas)

Some Mother’s Son | The Kinks

Some shell cases on the roadside in the front area, the contents of which have been despatched over into the German lines.

11 thoughts on “Remembrance Sunday

  1. Rick Neece

    Sad and beautiful, Sheila. Thank you.

    We visited the WWI memorial, here in KC. We did not go inside. I’ve never been inside. When you visit next time, we will.

  2. Sheila Ryan

    Yes, Rick.By the bye, today I’ve been tipped to a few more good books to read (both fiction and non-fiction) inspired by the Great War.

  3. Carole Corlew

    Thousands and thousands every single day, left in the mud, only to start all over. All those mothers’ sons. It’s too much.

  4. Sheila Ryan

    I can read a higher meaning into some of the fights that have been fought — and some of the consequent deaths. But not the worse-than-pointless slaughter of 1914-1918. Nor the current, ongoing what-have-you in Afghanistan.

  5. Carole Corlew

    A few years ago, I figured out Mr. B. wanted me to tell him that “All Quiet on the Western Front” was a big exaggeration. You know, fiction that really was fiction. He kept talking and talking, about Paul, about the confrontation with the French soldier, about Kat, and I knew he wasn’t saying something. I couldn’t give him what he wanted. And I thought then “this is too hard.” But knew it was too late to resign. I think that’s why they got me the iphone. I think there’s a tracking device in it.

  6. Sheila Ryan

    Oh, Lor’. I recall telling an eight-year-old girl, as gently as I could, that what she had seen on TV about a place called Buchenwald was not a made-up story. It was hard to talk about much of anything the following days.

  7. Carole Corlew

    “In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row…”

    Rick, the Iowan was always on travel, Mr. B. was into sports, and I was the driver. I have the worst sense of direction in the world so we spent more time lost on roads up and down the East Coast than not. Mr. B. talked to calm his nerves, then to pass the time, I think. The talking fell way off a couple of years ago, at 16. But now and then we’ll be in the car and he’ll relax and say, “Hey mom, guess what….” and we’re back in the warm, glowing egg again.

    If you think about it, teenagers have a lot in common with cats. It’s good to ignore them a little bit.

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