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Armistice day essay
Armistice day
Some people say
that armistice day was the saddest day of the war but most say it was the
happiest day of their lives.
Armistice day what
is it not many people know what it is or what happens on that day. It is the
day that the treaty for the end of world war one and it was signed by the
united kingdom , united kingdom’s allies and Germany. When
they signed the treaty they said that would be the end of all wars but then
Germany started the world war two.
1914-1918 was how
long world war one went for. I think armistice day is impoertant to new Zealand
because we sent over 100,000 men and women to the first world war and 16,700
died and over 40,000 were wounded.
New Zealand
celebrates Armistice Day because we had lots of troops in the war and we are
part of the queens ruling.
To celebrate
Armistice Day we have two minutes silence to remember all the troops in battle
that were fighting for our country and the women who were helping with the
medic people.
Here are some poems that they say on Armistice Day
They shall
grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor do the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
we will remember them.
Age shall not weary them, nor do the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
we will remember them.
What are all this hubbub and yelling, Commotion and scamper of feet, with ear-splitting clatter of kettles and cans, Wild laughter down Mafeking Street?
O, those are the kids whom we fought for (You might think they'd been scoffing our rum) with flags that they waved when we marched off to war in the rapture of bugle and drum.
Now they'll hang Kaiser Bill from a lamp-post, Von Tirpitz they'll hang from a tree.... We've been promised a 'Land Fit for Heroes'--- What heroes we heroes must be!
And the guns that we took from the Fritzes, That we paid for with rivers of blood, Look, they're hauling them down to Old Battersea Bridge Where they'll topple them, souse, in the mud!
But there's old men and women in corners with tears falling fast on their cheeks, there’s the armless and legless and sightless--- It's seldom that one of them speaks.
And there's flappers gone drunk and indecent their skirts kilted up to the thigh, the constables lifting no hand in reproof and the chaplain averting his eye....
When the days of rejoicing are over, When the flags are stowed safely away, they will dream of another wild 'War to End Wars' and another wild Armistice day.
But the boys who were killed in the trenches, Who fought with no rage and no rant, We left them stretched out on their pallets of mud Low down with the worm and the ant.
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.
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.
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.
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 at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that
shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness.
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness.
This is a picture
of the treaty they signed.
That’s why I think New Zealand should celebrate
Armistice Day and what it is for the people who didn’t know. Remember to have
the two minutes silence on the 11 of November on the 11 hour of the 11
minute.
This is a
picture of the treaty they signed.
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