An Armistice Day in England

“Have you forgotten yet?…
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways…”

I had initially anticipated that this blog would comment on the solemnity of this occasion, or about the sacrifices made by so many Englishmen (and women) for their country in times of war throughout our long history or even some sad fact about the dead ignored by the living. Not so. Today’s Armistice Day has been fascinating and complex, situated at the end of a week marked by partisan violence and destruction.  I struggle to recall one in which so many disparate groups have simultaneously made their voices heard, and can think of no better evidence of the polarised and tumultuous times we both live in and find ourselves on the verge of.

“But the past is just the same—and War’s a bloody game… Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’

In spite of the humble poppy’s central role in remembering the war dead of the 20th century, the symbol’s potency has seemingly never been more heavily scrutinised by the Britain that the dead of the World Wars has become. The predictable, annual reactions to Channel 4 newsreader Jon Snow’s personal opinion on the poppy (Daily Mail vitriol here, Guardian appeasement here) are the tip of the iceberg; here is evidence of a Britain divided racially and culturally in its perception of itself and its history.

Predictably, radical Islamists leapt at the chance to get their faces on the news, as well as live up to their ‘counter-counter-culture’ bad-guys-under-the-bed image by burning a poppy in London during the two-minute silence.

A stunt directly taken from the Anjem Choudary copybook, and one that evidences the short (or exceptionally long) memory of such protestors: it remains unknown as to whether their main anger was aimed at the poppy as the symbol of active memory for the serving members of HM Armed Forces in Muslim-dominated states now, or a protest against ancient conflicts in Muslim countries. Or both. Or anything tangibly British that they could use to attract more free publicity for a cause that is supported by a pathetically small number of people in Britain.

What is more interesting is the truly ‘home-grown’ indignation at the presence of the poppy. The other night at a football match between Glasgow Celtic and St Mirren, the following banners were displayed:

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Predictably, and in spite of the fact that it appears to say ‘bloostained’ instead of ‘bloodstained’ (local dialect perhaps allowing), it was not exactly met well. New Labour stooge and Celtic chairman John Reid promised to ban those responsible. What is most interesting about this particular protest is that here the Scottish Catholics are defiantly asserting the fact that the poppy is either Protestant English or Protestant British; an identity that they reject or do not feel affiliated to (respectively). It is perhaps testament to the growing schisms present in the ‘British’ identity, a notion further emphasised by the hugely pro-British Sun newspaper throwing its weight behind the story (significantly enough, in The Scottish Sun alone) in a clear effort to draw ire towards supposed ‘separatists’.

“Have you forgotten yet?…
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.”

The EU, however, cares not for petty tribal squabbles such as this. After all, when one has a historically unprecedented superstate to try to bind together, what trifling matter the course of the history of a continent?

Therefore, according to the Telegraph, it has elected (thanks to the votes of MEPs, apparently) to invent a

“European Heritage Label” to mark sites with “a symbolic European value” that “have played a key role in the history and/or the building of EU“.

Has there ever been a more transparent demonstration of the long-term goals of a domineering political entity than an exposition of the ‘building’ of the EU? Even Reuters used the term ‘bind’ to describe the measure. Planned locations are war memorials, the Menin Gate and Ted Heath’s house. I do not plan to award prizes for those among my readers who spot the ‘odd one out’, herein. A shameless attempt to assert European identity as being a homogeneous, bland product of a pointless, damaging political mistake, rather than respecting its true, inherent diversity and its contribution to the world. That aside, would the Germans appreciate the inherent value of the Menin Gate? What is the criteria for this order of merit? Would Trafalgar Square’s historical virtue apply? Would that be considered subversive to the EU? If so (that’s excellent, obviously), would there be aspects of history that are therefore deemed unsavoury, unworthy or politically unacceptable?

This is Newspeak, and disrespectful to the living millions of Europeans and the memory of millions more. We would betray the dead by forgetting or being given to ignorance of what they fought for.


It is far too flippant to ask whether those who died in the Great War could have foreseen the future of the Britain they fought and died- and in many cases, simply died- for: they patently could not have ever imagined it. It goes without saying that we owe them an impossibly enormous debt of gratitude. We shall never see their like again. We must continue to support our armed forces and those who act for the safety and security of our nation. As I have previously stated, their job will become infinitely harder, and their numbers fewer, in the years to come. They could perhaps bear in mind Byrhtwold’s ancient exhortation:

“Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre,
mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.”

What is also clear, and what I have attempted to illustrate herein, is that we must never forget that we shall never be immune to future conflict, and to the potential for foreign powers to seek to impose their will upon our island nations. We would do well to keep the memories of battle fresh in our minds, the words of our ancestors close to our hearts and their immeasurable strength close at hand. I shall leave the final words to Sassoon.

“Do you remember that hour of din before the attack—
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads—those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet?…
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.”


About Byrnsweord

I am an Englishman. Constantly striving for the truth and to conserve what is good about England. You can find my on flickr at my blog over at and my Twitter account at Byrnsweord is min nama.
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2 Responses to An Armistice Day in England

  1. bobbyboy says:

    “Gehyrst þu sæliða, hwæt þis folc segeð?
    Hi willað eow to gafole garas syllan,
    ættrynne ord, ond ealde swurd,
    þa heregeatu þe eow æt hilde ne deah…”

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