"Truth seldom is pleasant; it is almost invariably bitter. A loss of courage may be the most striking feature which an outside observer notices in the West in our days..." Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Commencement address at Harvard University , June 8, 1978

Sunday 1 November 2009

NATIONAL FRONT REMEMBERANCE DAY MARCH 8TH NOVEMBER

This is to remind ALL British Nationalists that YOU are invited to march with the National Front on Sunday 8th November 2009. The march should commence in the Victoria area and proceed to the Cenotaph for the wreath laying ceremony to honour Britain's war dead of all past conflicts and current ones. This will be followed by a short rally and a social get together. Assemble 2pm. March off 2.30pm
A special Remembrance issue of "Britain First" (the new official monthly paper of the NF) will be available.

The NF has been marching every November for over forty years. Last year, 270 Nationalists marched with the NF through London to the Mall. This year the NF wants to see over 500 in the biggest march for many years. Remember it is less than two months off - so start making your plans now! No matter what patriotic group you are in, you are more then welcome to march with the Front fighters of the NF in this most significant of all days...remember our boys who died at Paschendale, The Somme, Ulster and who are still fighting and dying in Iraq and Afghanistan – no win wars but still our troops MUST be honoured. Be there on the 8th of November and in the future you will be able to say “I marched with the Front that day”.



"The inquisitive mind of a child"

Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
in the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.

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