Page 14, The Herald, Friday, November 9, 1979 REMEMBRANCE DAY Men alone in a field Lying in thelr coffins sealed The men were dying The women were crying The poppies did grow Both high and low Throughout Flander's Field Where men had dled For their country's pride Throughout our world so wide. ‘Teddy Rowland 1976 LAKELSE PHARMACY 4717 Lakelse AE, 3707 Kalum 635-1274 AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH 1 know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them losa Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. - W.B. YEATS Swifty Mufflers Phone 638-199 3010 Kalum enti 2" 90, CARL ATLL O EURO E TERRACE CHRYSLER REMEMBRANCE DAY Silence has covered the fields-where once the men did fight. Poppies have covered the graveyards where there once was @ horrible sight. »” th you remember?" the people say, “Do you remember that glorious day, When peace fell on this wir at last, When all the fighting was in the past, Where onca there were guna in every hand, There is now a peaceful and gloriova land.” Sharon Seaton 4916 W. Hwy. 16 635-7187 GREATER LOVE Red lips are not so red As theatained stones kissed by the English dead, Kindness of wooed and wooer : Seems shame to their love pure. \ O Love, your eyes lose lure ; When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! : Your slender attitude io. Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, : Rolling and rolling there Where God seems not to care; Till the flerce love they bear Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude. : Your voice sings not so soft -— i Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft, : Your dear voice i not dear,, : Gentle, and evening clear, ; : As theirs whom none now hear, Now earth has slopped their piteous mouths that coughed. i Heart, you were never hot r Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shat; i And though your hand be pale, Paler are all which trail Your cross through flame and hail: Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not. WILFRED OWEN FINNING 4621 Keith Road, Terrace. Telephone 635-7144 bret Cn MUELLER LO GEM ’ Parade forms at the Safeway Parking Lot - | TERRACE INTERNATIONAL TRUCK & EQUIPMENT | 10:30 A.M. North East Corner. Parade Marshall: Comrade H. Barg. 10:39 A.M. The Parade marches off to the Tillicum Theatre. IN THE TILLICUM THEATRE 10:49 A.M. a Opening Prayer by Rev. Capt. David W. ompson oe, an 10:54 A.M. - 0 CANADA | “Q Canada, our home and native land True patriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts we see thee rise, © The true north strong and free, And stand on uard, We stand on guard for thee. O Canada, glorious and free, . We stand on guard, we stand on guard for thee O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.” os O Canada, 10:56 A.M. Hymn - “Abide With Me” Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide; When other helpers fall; and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, 0 abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass. aay; Change and y in all around I see; "*. O thou, who changest not, abide with me. Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O LORD, abide with me. It seemed that out of battle 1 escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which iltanic wars had groined. Yel also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. . Thea, as 1 probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. Strange And by hls smile, knew that sullen hall, By hig dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. Moctin With a thousand pains that vislon’s face was grained; £ ‘Yet no blood reached theré fom the upper ground - Andnoguns thumped or down the flues made moan. ‘Strange friend,’ Leaid, ‘here iano cause to mourn.’ ’ ‘save the undone years, Eas MEE, ETT OPE MEE ’ Now mien Or discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and ] had mastery: To miss the match of this retreating world Inlo valn citadels that are not walled. . Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels, I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that Ile too deep for. taint. I would have poured my spirit without atint But not through wounds; not on the ceassofwar. . Foreheada of men have bled where no wounds were. Lam she enemy you killed, my friend. Tinew you in thisdark: for so you frowned ‘Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed, I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now... WILFRED OWEN EOP UL TTO TEMP LOL LELIS TELE OE FE i EI seats sisGs 5020 Highway 16 B72) . oyal Canadian Legion Remembrance VEMBER 11 eee icles Cee CE A Mc te Sai ELKER AUTO SUPPLY (1D. 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 a : We lived, felt dawn, saw ater glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. 2 _ Take up our quarre) with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. wl 2 break faith with us who die e no th In Pander fade poppies grow . MCRAE JOHN diedin Base Hospital, 1918 A136 Lazelle =. 635-2218 o pl ge ee Peg “> Sage “bball ide Weary, Branch No, 13. - Program 11:02 A.M. « Buglers Reveille. Lament -Jce Burke — Address by Rev. Capt. David W. Thompson. Message by President Mary Ann Burdett Hymn - “0° God Our Help in Ages Past” O GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Qur shelter from the And our eternal-home!: stormy blast, Time, _ like’; an. ‘ever-rolling — stream, Bears all its sons away; Then fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. O GOD, our help in ages past, Qur hope for years to come. Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home! “They shall grow not old, as we that areleft grow “tot.the years con- At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them.” and in the morning God Save The Queen CENOTAPH SERVICE - Following the service in the theatre the parade will re-form in front of the theatre and proceed to ~ the Cenotaph forthe laying ‘of the wréathsi. 99. 6: Laying of the wreatha. Prayer by Rev. Capt. David W. Thompson Parade return to forming up point, ‘Caledonia Senior Secondary High School Band in Attendance. . WHAT 1 EXPECTED H Arms And The Boy H Blue with all malice, ike madman’s flash; fj And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh. :| Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullel-heads B] | Which long to nuzzle in thehearts of Inds, 3 Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth, I should grow slrong; And I should rest long. WILFRED OWEN ‘MeMiles 4736 Lakelse Phone 636-1977 § What I expected was Thunder, fighting, str’ es, Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade eee ining, men How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; After continual straining Then the rocks would shake What I had nol foreseen LEST WE FORGET 491d 1918 “4999-1945 KOREA «in their odd twist, ' a4. The, pulyerous grief Melting.the bones with pity, _ The sick falling from earth— Thege,,[ could not foresee. daa For I had expected always Some brightsess to hold in irust, Some final innacence Was the gradual day To save.from dust; Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death. Weakening the will That, hanging haem all Leaking the tess away, 0 angle thro For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple, The lack of mee touch y Like the crealed poem There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple; The fading of body and soul Or the dazzling crystal. And God will grow no talons at his heels, Like smoke before wind Nor anilers through the thickness of his curls. Corrupt, unsubstantial. STEPHEN SPENDER The Herald, Friday, November 9 1977, Page 15 Lb LS TESS TES MEE OE. TIERS COLE T FURNITURE LTD. Today's Freedom Was Won Yesterday opt LEB Slee Ae TA Tt pe Pie 12 It was those millions of men who died for us Freedom was important so they thought of us On November 11th on the eleventh hour We all sit still and remember their power, They had a choice to fight or surrender This is one important thing we must remember. Betty Ruygrok 1976 635-5810 4607 Lakelse “A CAMP IN THE PRUSSIAN FOREST" 1 walk beside the prisoners to the road, BUSINESS Teno tracked like sodden wood, MACHINES Lie barred or galled with blood. : By the charred warehouse. No one came today, and In the old way To knock the fillings from their teeth, The dark coned, common wreath, | OFFICE x FURNITURE _ Is plaited for their grave—a kind of grief, A: The li leaf, . Clings to the planted profitable, 4507 Lakelse Pine if it Is able. 635-5810 The boughs sigh, mile on green, calm, breathing mile : From this dead file, The plannera ruled for them...One year, They sent a million here.... ALEX F. FREEDOM: | , MAN—MADE HOT GOD—GIVEN! LPM LLI TIGL COE Te ALAMO LEO SOLE wah ET CTE f Phono 626-6111 R 4643 Park AGO LIPO BLUE PTET, COILS Oh GENO LEE TEE SO RESTAURANT EZ Wash your hands, War. They're dirty. Youtorment, you bleed, you reek of The pains and cries of a million forgotten men. You dance and kick and throw your head with glee. Voor! You're not so grand—no, not all. ' Wash your hands, War. Don't they bother you? Can you bear to look and touch Them day after day? I could not, I would not—nor if Were you. I'm told that you do some good for the world, They say You make men of mice; they say youstrengthen, unite, Arouse the cause for protection of a common tight. Maybe you do. But you take young husbands from their wives and babies Never lo return again, You summon the best we have to offer, promising perhaps To soon return. They seldom do. You caused to be destroyed arts and wonders of centuries Sweat, Long tortuous hours of creation and agony mean Nothing to you, You tear them to whorled shreds within The wink of an eye. Ai gA LALLA L BOAE RI OE Utd de et dN g tts OW WAR CERCA eos Wi ec REE PTE a APLAR OC RT SOR ETP TOP MARE RRR RAITT SRO ab AEE) Have you a mirror, War? Do you look into it each day? See you the once starry- Eyed maiden whose lover you took away? See you the graying Old mother who wrings her hands, rocks, rocks, and prays Thal she may see her sonin her old age? See you the Dying babe whose eyes roll around in their sockets and Whose tiny stomach contracts and rumbles with pangs of Hunger? His wretched mother lies beside him. Her Milkiess breasts heave with discontent; she dies, her Child dies, War, see you all of this. Wash your hands, War. Oh, how greal the effort to get them clean. Wash for eternity. Wash with all the soaps and waters Of ages to come! You fail! You'll never get them clean, War—no, nol now, oF ever Or even afier that, ‘You'll never—your efforl's MacGILLIS & GIBBS CO. (BC) LTD. 4650 Keith Avenue 635-2277