Armistice Day & Rememberence Day (Poppy Day)

For the past two weeks I have noticed people wearing little red poppies pinned to their clothes. The small red flower shows they are remembering those who died in service to their country. Poppies were the flowers which grew on the battlefields in France after World War 1 ended, so people continue to remember the history today.

Armistice Day is on the 11th of November. A two minute silence is observed at the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month when the Great War came to an end in 1918. Today this anniversary is used to remember all the people who have died in all wars since World War 1, including World War 2, the Gulf War, and conflicts in Bosnia, Rwanda and Kosovo.

Remembrance Day, or Remembrance Sunday, is the second Sunday of November. On this day there is also a two minute silence usually observed at war memorials, cenotaphs and religious services throughout the country. The Royal Family, along with top politicians and religious leaders, gather at The Cenotaph in Whitehall, London for a service.

Poppies are also used to raise money for all the old soldiers who are still alive. The organization in charge of looking after older soldiers, or veterans, is called the British Legion. I suppose the Red Poppy is similar to America's yellow ribbon.

How blessed we are to have the brave hearts of those who have fought for our freedom.
May the Lord bless those who are serving today.
Especially their family members who love and support them.
All my love,
Gennavieve

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