11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month....



I know this is a day early ....

On 11 November 1918 at 11 am the guns of the Western Front fell silent after more than four years of continuous warfare. This year marks the 89th anniversary of the armistice. So whatever you think about war we should all tomorrow remember those from our country that gave so much during WWI.

This has become even more relevant for my family. This year we discovered that my wife’s grandmother’s uncle was killed in WWI.

Phillip Marich Passmore
Rank Private
Unit 19 Infantry Battalion (June 1915)

He arrived at Anzac Cove on the 17th May 1915 and was killed on the 16th November 1915. He was killed at Popes Hill. He was 19.

Phillip may be a long distant relative but when we researched into to him it really brought home the shame and brutally of war to us. What made it even worse is that we saw a copy of the letter his father had signed allowing him to enlist.

Lest we Forget.

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  1. This moves me every time.
    Sean G. Smith
    US Navy 1994-2003

    http://tinyurl.com/3dmbf9

    A Pittance Of Time 4:43
    Written by Terry Kelly © Jefter Publishing - SOCAN
    They fought and some died for their homeland.
    They fought and some died, now it's our land.
    Look at his little child; there's no fear in her eyes.
    Could he not show respect for other dads who have died?

    Take two minutes, would you mind?
    It's a pittance of time,
    For the boys and the girls who went over.
    In peace may they rest, may we never
    forget why they died.
    It's a pittance of time.

    God forgive me for wanting to strike him.
    Give me strength so as not to be like him.
    My heart pounds in my breast, fingers pressed to my lips,
    My throat wants to bawl out, my tongue barely resists.

    But two minutes I will bide.
    It's a pittance of time,
    For the boys and the girls who went over.
    In peace may they rest.
    May we never forget why they died.
    It's a pittance of time.

    Read the letters and poems of the heroes at home.
    They have casualties, battles, and fears of their own.
    There's a price to be paid if you go, if you stay.
    Freedom's fought for and won in numerous ways.

    Take two minutes, would you mind?
    It's a pittance of time,
    For the boys and the girls all over.
    May we never forget, our young become vets.
    At the end of the line,
    It's a pittance of time.

    It takes courage to fight in your own war.
    It takes courage to fight someone else's war.
    Our peacekeepers tell of their own living hell.
    They bring hope to foreign lands that hate mongers can't kill.

    Take two minutes, would you mind?
    It's a pittance of time,
    For the boys and the girls who go over.
    In peacetime our best still don battle dress
    And lay their lives on the line.
    It's a pittance of time

    In peace may they rest,
    Lest we forget why they died.
    Take a pittance of time

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