A day to remember

For Remembrance Day I helped make a collage of my Grandpa, Great-grandpas and Great-uncle who all fought in The Great War or WW2. Our family was luckier than many and all except one of the men on my collage survived. I can't imagine the awful things they experienced ... I hope it always stays that way!


Dedicated to the memory of all those brave souls who never came home.



"Hey! Jock, are ye glad ye 'listed?
O Jock, but ye're far frae hame!
What d'ye think o' the fields o' Flanders?
Jockey lad, are ye glad ye came?
Wet rigs we wrought in the land o' Lennox,
When Hielan' hills were smeared wi' snaw;
Deer we chased through the seepin' heather,
But the glaur o' Flanders dings them a'! ...

... Come awa, Jock, and cock your bonnet,
Swing your kilt as best ye can;
Auld Dumbarton's Drums are dirlin',
Come awa, Jock, and kill your man!
Far's the cry to Leven Water
Where your fore-folks went to war,
They would swap wi' us to-morrow,
Even in the Flanders glaur!"

(Neil Munro - from Hey, Jock, are ye Glad ye 'Listed)