I hope that showing a photo I took 58 years ago will help give emphasis to that word “Remembering”.
Another Remembrance Day, in 1953, at the National War Memorial in Ottawa, Ontario, the capital of Canada. I was waiting to take my place as part of the Honour Guard for the parade, in the early morning, and had a few moments to take one or two shots. The sight of these elderly ladies, sitting patiently on the steps of the Cenotaph, was profoundly moving. Rather than intrude on their privacy, I took the shot using my 200mm. telephoto from across the street, handheld. It was on Kodachrome film, ASA 10, using my Exakta Varex 35mm. SLR. The slide was scanned in 2004 using a Canoscan 4000US scanner.
The quality is not the best, and I couldn’t decide if the treatment should be in colour, black and white or sepia, so I have posted all three.
It’s not a time for perfection in photography, but it is a time for reflection and remembering.
Thank you for your moment of silence on Nov. 11 at 11 o’clock.
The following is from Wikipedia:
“The National War Memorial (also known as The Response), is a tall granite cenotaph with acreted bronze sculptures, that stands in Confederation Square, Ottawa, and serves as the federal war memorial for Canada.
Originally built to commemorate the First World War, in 1982 it was rededicated to include the Second World War and the Korean War. In 2000, the Canadian Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was added to the memorial site and symbolizes the sacrifice made by every Canadian for their country.”
The writing below is by an unknown author. It was sent to me and I think has been around a long time, but it’s worthy of being posted again.
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
‘Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?’
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
‘No, Lord, I guess I ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
‘Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.’
It’s the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the Press.
It’s the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of Speech.
It’s the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It’s the Military who salutes The Flag, who serves beneath The Flag, and whose coffin is draped by The Flag.
Please pray for our men and women who have
Served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.*
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