Remembrance day Salford

Salford citizens gathered at Albert Bentley Place for the Remembrance Day service from 10:00am on Remembrance Sunday.

Remembrance Day on 11 November 2018 marked 100 years after the World War I or the Great War ended in 1918. Although it was rainy, many people came and witnessed the service and wreath laying.

Remembrance Day at the War Memorial at Albert Bentley Place - Image: Kelly Nguyen
Remembrance Day at the War Memorial at Albert Bentley Place – Image: Kelly Nguyen

The service started at 10:35am by the Hymn “0 God our Help in Ages Past”. The Day is for remembering soldiers who bravely died at the World War 1.
Don Rainger, 69, tries to attend every year because he thinks the day is very important to continue to remember what happened ‘not just in the first World War but the second World War’. The day is both for the serving persons in the WWI, but also for people were at home, here in Salford. “And to so many husbands, fathers, brothers, uncles and so on.” Said Rainger.

Don Rainger tries to come the Remembrance Day every year - Image: Kelly Nguyen
Don Rainger tries to come the Remembrance Day every year – Image: Kelly Nguyen

Stuart Wilkinson, 32, serving for the Air Force shared that this is a brilliant time to remember all the people who gave their lives fighting for the freedom. His nanny’s great-uncle serviced for WWI and died at WWII.

Stuart Wilkinson at Remembrance Day – Image: Kelly Nguyen
Stuart Wilkinson at Remembrance Day – Image: Kelly Nguyen

Years ago, older generations were grateful when 11 November came. However, there were many young persons and children joining the Remembrance Day this year. According to Wilkinson, because news, press and messages were widely spread out, a lot of young generation now pay their respects on this day.

Under the rain, whoever and wherever people are, they all recalled what happened from 1914 to 1918, and also recalled the poem “In Flanders Fields” written by John McCrae:
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.

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