My life as Dii: Remembrance Day - A visit to the War Cemetery.

Remembrance Day is a memorial day to remember the members of the armed forces who have died in the line of duty since World War I.
This day is observed on 11 November to recall the official end of World War I on that date in 1918; hostilities are said to have ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918.

This year it was Mr.Keith, Hamida, me, Wareda, Mr.Bolam and Yasmina
(who had to sit down cause she felt a little dizzy)

I read the poem MCMXIV (1914) by Philip Larkin

Those long uneven lines,

standing as patiently as if

they were stretched outside

the Oval or Villa Park.

the crowns of hats, the sun

on mustached archaic faces,

grinning as if were all

an August Bank Holiday Lark.

And the shut shops, the bleached

established names on the sunblinds.

The farthings and sovereigns,

and the dark clothes children at play

called after kings and queens.

the tin advertisements for cocoa and twist;

and the pubs wide open all day.

And the country side not caring,

the place names all hazed over

with flowering grasses, and fields

shadowing doomsday lines

under wheat's restless silence.

The differently dressed servants,

with small rooms in huge houses;

the dust behind limousines.

Never such innocence.

Never before or since,

as changed itself to past

without a word, the men

leaving the gardens tidy.

The thousands of marriages

lasting a little while longer;

never such innocence again.

Wareda read the poem Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary E. Frye.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.