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Remember Rememberance

>Did you remember it today? Did you stay quiet at 11 AM I say? Were you out, or indoors? Were you one 11 AM ignored? I stood a moment on my own. Was in my office all alone. No one did me telephone. Internet was off in my home. I thought of all those brave men. Did not forget there were women. Gave their lives, that we one day. Would give them two minutes, of one day. But as I live this life of mine. I remember them all the time. Of those who are not by our side. As up in heaven they abide. I often wonder what would they say. If alive and here today. Would they be. As we are. Afraid to say who we are. By that I mean in countries far. Say you're a Christian, if that's what you are. Then be kidnapped or imprisoned too. Could lose your head, or be lashed true. I think they really would despair. To see the world does not care. For its people anywhere. As all seem to be leaving their. By their I mean what was their home. As across, the world they roam. From fighting wars I would flee. But where to go. Would I come here? Germany said you're welcome there. But numbers grew so high. I fear. Then other people from countries far. Paid for bad passage to travel far. Sadly then on the BBC News. We could not miss those horrific views. People drowned as boats capsized. Dead children, brought tears to our eyes. Would my friends if they were not dead. Have a dry eye in their head? Or have a tear like me instead. Their training, could not help those dead. I guess those brave men and women too. Are glad not to see what we did do. Their sights of war, were bad enough. I'm glad they did not share, this horrid stuff. I think they've had their share of strife. I hope they are at peace for life. In heaven that place, off so far. Where soon we will reunite, at end of life. So, did you stand for two minutes today? For all those lives taken away. And for the relief for all those fighting men. Did you remember them, at 11 AM? The above was written on the eleventh day of the eleventh month 2015 (TMA)<

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