"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
Showing posts with label Remembrance Day 2009. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remembrance Day 2009. Show all posts

Monday, 9 November 2009

Remembrance Day 2009 Report: A great success


On Sunday 8th November 2009, the National Front and its supporters turned up in their hundreds to remember those who have given their lives for this country.

From 2 o clock members and supporters meet up at Bressenden Place in Victoria, London. At half two, we made a move towards the Cenotaph. And what a site to see, hundreds of men, women and children, with flags flying high walking down Victoria Street.

Simon Biggs, the Chief Steward did a fantastic job organising his team of stewards, and they all ensured that everything ran smoothly.

When we reached the Cenotaph, the flags were dipped and we had a two minute silence. This was followed by the laying of the wreaths. The first one was laid by Steve on behalf of all NF members; then Paul from Birmingham NF who is an ex- serviceman; then the YNF leader laid a wreath and then the last wreath was laid by Tom Linden from the Yorkshire NF and also NF’s Press Officer.

After a short but rousing speech honouring our war dead, we moved on down the road, where we had the pleasure of listening to speeches by Eddy Morrison, Simon Biggs and Tom Linden. Then Norman Tomkinson, the NF Treasurer took up a healthy collection for central funds.

A big thank you must go to the NF Deputy Chairman Ian Edwards and his west London NF team for the back up with a party van which dropped off and then picked up the flags which made it easier for us not having to lug flags through coach stations, the underground ect.

Also, a big thank you to all the youngsters from the YNF who made the effort and a big thanks to everyone who came out to remember our war dead and to support our troops.

A great day, a day which marks the resurgence of the National Front.

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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