Lest We Forget

This post is dedicated to the memory of my father-in-law, Roy L. Mitchell (9-5-31 to 10-10-20).  He served in the U.S. Army, Field Artillery Corp, Korean War from 1952-1954.

Roy Mitchell circa 1953.

Today marks the observance of Veteran’s Day, which in the U.S. means we honor veterans of all wars, both living and deceased.  The date, November 11, was chosen as our Federal holiday due to the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 being the day that a ceasefire was declared during WWI.   It marked the end of the Great War.

The anniversary of the WWI armistice (truce) has been observed every year since, starting in 1919.  Originally known as Armistice Day, it became a Federal holiday in 1938.  Later, in 1954, its name was legally changed to Veteran’s Day to include veterans of WWII and the Korean War.

For a brief time, 1971 to 1978, the Federal government moved the observation of Veteran’s Day to the fourth Monday in October to allow Federal employees a long weekend.  When many states continued to commemorate the holiday on November 11, a new law was signed by President Gerald Ford to return to the former recognition date.

Image by Tim Hill from Pixabay.

Although the use of poppies as a symbol of the day is more prevalent in the U.K., I do recall veterans selling or giving away silk poppies when I was younger.  Sadly, I have neither seen displays nor the wearing of poppies in the U.S. in decades.  Last weekend, I order a few poppy lapel pins to have on hand in the future.  I like the visual reminder.

The poem, “In Flanders Fields” written by John McCrae in April 1915, provided the inspiration for the poppy as a symbol of those who died during the war.  The day after his friend died during the second battle of Ypres in Belgium, McCrae wrote this poem when he saw the wild poppies growing around the makeshift graves.

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.

McCrae was originally from Canada but had moved to Britain in 1904 to continue to study medicine.  In 1914 he was serving as a surgeon in the Canadian Field Artillery.

Photo by Rich Syndram from Pixabay.

“Lest We Forget” is used as a rallying cry to not forget the war and those who served.  It comes from a poem by Rudyard Kipling written in 1897 in celebration of Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee, entitled “Recessional.”  In the poem, Kipling adapts the Biblical reference of “Then lest thou forget the Lord….” found in Deuteronomy 6:12.



God of our fathers, known of old,
   Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
   Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
   The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
   An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
   On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
   Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
   Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
   Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
   In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
   And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—

Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

Currently, it seems that we are all so busy, stressed that we don’t always get to take time for the things that we know are important for us and our families.  Prayer, family meals, rest, quiet time, reflection, and thanking our veterans may be on your list of things you want to do, but don’t have time to do.  Even if, just for today, we could each say a prayer of thanksgiving, for our current and former servicemen and women, it would be heard by God and felt by our veterans and active-duty members.

Thank you to all veterans and military service members, in particular, my father-in-law, Roy Mitchell; my grandad, Frank Price; my dad, Frankie Price; and my husband, Michael Mitchell.  Lest We Forget.

To read about my grandfather and how he earned a Silver Star Citation, click here.

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