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At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month of each year a solemn
occasion of remembrance takes place in the
free world in memory of those who fought so
we may live in peace and security because they
fought against tyranny and many failed to
return home, victims of a cruel war that sought
to plunge the world into the ideology of racial
purity and the putative right of an axis of
fascism to rule the world in the process taking
care to destroy the lives of those identified as
adversarial to the rabidly fanatical vision of
the ubermensch. Heads bowed, a bugler plays
The Last Post and Reveille then a moment of
contemplative silence in memory of those who
fell in their duty to nation and the world order.
Calm and silence prevail, a cannonade breaks the
silence, a flyover of warplanes and troops march
by. In symbolism of tragedy the poppy worn
on every lapel recalls the poetic tribute 'Flanders
Fields'. But wait, a new era has arisen of great
sensitivity to the tender emotions of others, the poppy
honouring the fallen signalling to others unjust
perspectives of one 'side' only. And wait, on that
solemn day of days, demonstrations of solidarity
with a new threat to the existence of the same
people who perished as victims of race and religion
whereby jihad/war is renewed under the banner
of terrorist groups similarly intent on slaughter
conquest and a reordering of the civilized world.
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