Remembrance Day 2020
11 Nov 2020
Remembrance Day in Australia pays respect to men and women everywhere who have died in war, and acknowledges and thanks all our service personnel, current and past.
We particularly acknowledge Catholic Healthcare residents and clients who have served in the Armed Forces, including those who participated in the Second World War 75 years ago.
At Holy Spirit Residential Aged Care in Croydon, as well as St Anne’s and St Joseph Aged Care in Hunters Hill, residents and staff were delighted to receive hand-knitted poppies to wear on Remembrance Day. The poppies were knitted by volunteers from the Holy Name of Mary Parish in Hunters Hill – thank you! Pictured (l-r) are Pamela, Louis, Pamela and Beth from Holy Spirit Croydon wearing the donated poppies.
The Flanders poppy has long been a part of Remembrance Day. During the First World War, red poppies were among the first plants to spring up in the devastated battlefields of northern France and Belgium. In soldiers’ folklore, the vivid red of the poppy came from the blood of their comrades soaking the ground.
The sight of poppies on the battlefield at Ypres in 1915 moved Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae to write the poem In Flanders Fields. In England in 1919, the British Legion were seeking an emblem that would honour the dead and help the living. The red poppy was adopted as that emblem and since then has been accepted as the Emblem of Remembrance.
The Australian War Memorial is holding a nationally televised Remembrance Day commemorative ceremony, broadcast live across Australia by the ABC on 11 November and available later on ABC iview.
As always, the service will include the laying of wreaths and a minute’s silence on the eleventh hour. At this time, the Australian public is encouraged to safely pause in their homes, schools or workplaces to observe the minute’s silence to remember not only those lost, but all who came home and also those who follow in their footsteps.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields