Remembrance Day

Remembrance dayEvery yeaMilngavie Primary marks the anniversary of the Armistice in a very special way. Primary 4-7 meet in the Assembly hall and listen in respectful silence as

the Primary 7 boys call aloud the name of our war dead. Then we observe a two minute silence. Once again the girls read some beautiful poems adding real meaning and eloquence to our service. Poppies are laid at the permanent memorial in our school foyer. Some years ago an ex pupil of Milngavie Primary returned to pay his respects at the memorial. He was able to tell us some stories which helped us realise the tremendous sacrifice made for our sake. We have reproduced the poems to allow you to join our Remembrance day service.

“Please wear a poppy,” the lady said,


And held one forth, but I shook my head
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care:
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on care-free feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun,
“Lady,” said he, “may I have one?”
When she’d pinned it on, he turned to say;
“Why do we wear a poppy today?”


The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered; “This is 

Remembrance Day.
And the poppy there is a symbol for
The gallant men who died in war.
And because they did, you and I are free –
That’s why we wear a poppy, you see.
I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird, he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew,
And became a man – as you will, too.
He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he’s seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away.
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said, “Goodbye,
I’ll be back soon, Mum, please don’t cry.”
But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight
(I can see it still in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.
Till at last, at last, the war was won –
And that’s why we wear a poppy, son.”
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said: “Thanks, lady, I’m glad to know.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me, you’d have done the same:
For our thanks, I giving, if oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought – and thousands paid!
And so, when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
When asked to answer their country’s call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy! Remember – and Give!
Velvet blanket, silky smooth, soft to touch.
Each jet black seed a single soldier,
A loved one, a lost one.
Every weeping petal dyed with blood,
No peace between each one.
Every long thin stem a hollow trench of sorrow,
Clasped between cold hand.
Keep me in your thoughts.
By Eleanor Minney
War Memorials by John Forder
Do not dishonour the soldiers
Who gave their lives for you
And don’t besmirch their memory.
Whatever else you do!
Maybe their values were different
And their ideals, maybe, are not yours
But don’t belittle the sacrifice
They made in various wars.
For they died for what they believed in.
Do you have strength for the same?
Would you lay down your life for a comrade?
Please don’t throw scorn on their name.
The memorial is there for one of ‘em,
Everyone, not a few, not just some,
Every soldier who fought for his Country
But never again saw his home.