I call it Veteran’s Day now

In Australia, throughout the Commonwealth and in a few places in Europe, the eleventh day of the eleventh month is called Remembrance Day and is marked by, among other things, a two-minute silence at the eleventh hour. Here in my new home we call it Veteran’s Day, so I’ll do that, but there is no silence at 11 am. The two minutes of solemn remembrance has meant a great deal to me since I was a child, and I do not think it will hurt anything if I continue the custom. Today I put aside my troubles and remember the many dead of both World Wars — indeed, of all wars — for their sacrifice.
Lest we forget.
For The Fallen
(21st September, 1914)
WITH proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England

hippo birdies

I missed most of your first four decades,
which is probably just as well —
I was kind of an asshole
and you had your own brand of hell;
but all of that stuff about “sunshine through clouds”
and “so happy I’m almost in tears”
is as true as it’s gauche — so you’re stuck with me now,
and here’s to the next forty years!

Happy birthday, spousal unit.

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hippo birdies

Naze turns 40 today. I rarely read personal journal blogs any more, but days of naze was one of the first I ever picked up (I remember when he didn’t even have his own domain) and it’s lasted all this while because I just plain like him. Read a few of the stories in his archives and see if you don’t, too.
So happy birthday, Chris, and many happy returns!

naze turning forty
gopher a thing of the past —
how’d I get so old?
never did sign up
for his email notices —
naze by RSS

(Did I mention that he likes to get haiku for his birthday? Go ahead, send him one. You don’t have to be Basho.)

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