Armistice Day, Belgium

Posted: November 11, 2009 in Armistice Day
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“The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the  eleventh month”  (1918).

November 11th, 2009.  The only significance of this date yet to my children is that they are on congé from school.  At seven and five they have yet to study history, a subject which I loved in school but which also left me bewildered as to the extent fellow humans would go to kill each other for the sake of “power and glory”.  Nearly thirty years have passed since I last picked up a history book; the wars may have become more sophisticated but alas it seems, the motives of man mostly remain unchanged.

Sometime during my sixteenth Summer, I travelled alone, back to England for the first time since our family had made the move to Ireland when I was nine.  I went to stay with my Auntie Pat who was a professor of social anthropology at Clare college, Cambridge.  In those days I was much consumed by the poetry of those who had fought during World War I; Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Julian Grenfell and most especially, Rupert Brooke.  One sunny afternoon, we took a leisurely walk to the village of Grantchester, where my aunt gave me a beautiful little Sidgwick & Jackson, 1931 edition, Selected Poems by Rupert Brooke. For the remainder of that year, I carried that book with me everywhere.  There is a handwritten inscription before the title page and frontispiece, which reads:

“To Joan, with much love and best wishes, from R.A. Liddell, (Xmas, 1934)”.

And directly underneath in different handwriting:

“On behalf of Subaltern R.A. Liddell, killed in action on 7th, January, 1944”.

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The first time I read this inscription I cried, and even as I write this my heart aches for the terrible waste of life brought about by human folly and greed.

Here, on the border of Belgium and Luxembourg, we are surrounded by testimonials to those who died in both World Wars.  Whether it be an engraved wall of a judicial building in the larger town squares, with a hundred names, or a small tablet in a village, with just five, the impact is the same.  Military cemeteries are scattered across the landscape. Nothing that is written in any history of conflict prepares you for the stark sight of thousands upon thousands of white crosses; so many young men, known and unknown; a weeping continent of mothers and fathers.


Today, we will watch some of the ceremonies at Ieper (Ypres) together.  At eleven o’clock we will be silent for as long as the children can bear it, (probably 30 seconds or less).  I will read this, even though they won’t yet grasp any real meaning; but they will like the image of red poppies in a field and larks in the sky and that their world is perhaps safer because of many, many brave men.

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.

– Lt. Col. John McCrae (1872-1918)


  1. Nene says:

    What a beautiful post. That has been one of the more distinct differences between the UK and Denmark. Although some Danes lost their lives and my family had to flee to Sweden (1/2 Jewish), Denmark was to a large extent spared during both WW. Over here it permeates everything – which it rightly should and I love the way young and old, left and right embrace this celebration.

    I realise now that it must be the same throughout most of Europe, although with a bitter flavour in Germany.

    Glad to see another post from you!

    • deegeefee says:

      Thanks Nene,
      This morning I actually discovered how to reply to comments on this blog. I am so technically inept, it’s not true.
      Yes, same in Ireland which was neutral during both wars. I only found out a few years ago that almost 50,000 Irishmen lost their lives in the conflicts, yet when I was growing up there was never a mention of this. Maybe that has changed there now, I certainly hope so. xx

  2. Dear Dee, Loved this post. Very moving. Hope you children get taught well in history- the essence of which as you said was all about power and glory- if we as humans could suss our power dynamics (largely unconscious) twould be good. I’m also pleased to discover someone else technically inept- I hate to admit that I still don’t really know how to blog properly. But it is easy to comment. It was lovely to meet you at party- I liked the fire in your eyes!Great you made the effort to come all that way.

    • deegeefee says:

      Thank you Eva,
      Yes, it will also be interesting, through the children, to read the history from a Belgian rather than British Isles viewpoint. It was really wonderful to meet you on Saturday and be privy to your insight and wisdom on so many topics. Truly you are a shining star in the firmament. I hope there will be many more! xx

  3. ZediffRhize says:

    A lot of of guys blog about this issue but you wrote down some true words.

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