Hoje é dia de cantar as papoilas da Flandres...

 

 

In Flanders Fields

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Porque hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

 

(imagem daqui) 

   

Recordemos que passam hoje cento e seis anos desde o final da I Grande Guerra e que  há uma tradição anglo-saxónica (no Reino Unido, Austrália, Nova Zelândia e Canadá, entre outros, onde este é um dia muito especial, conhecido como o Remembrance Day) de celebrar-se tal facto recorrendo a papoilas de papel (que são vendidas para apoiar os antigos combatentes - desta e de outras guerras...) como a que Carlos III do Reino Unido usa no foto em cima.

Isto deve-se a um poema do ex-combatente canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), médico e tenente-coronel que, depois de enterrar um amigo, em 1915, escreveu o seguinte texto:

  

 
In Flanders’ Fields

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

NOS CAMPOS DE FLANDRES - Tradução livre

Nos campos de Flandres crescem as papoilas
E florescem entre as cruzes que, fila a fila,
Marcam o nosso lugar; e, no céu,
Voam as cotovias, que continuam corajosamente a cantar,
Embora mal se ouça seu canto, por causa dos canhões.

Estamos mortos... Ainda há poucos dias, vivos,
sim, nós amávamos, nós éramos amados;
sentíamos a aurora e víamos o poente
a rebrilhar, e agora eis-nos, todos deitados
nos campos de Flandres.

Continuai a nossa luta contra o inimigo;
A nossa mão vacilante atira-vos o facho:
mantende-o bem alto. Que, se a nossa vontade trairdes,
nós, que morremos, não poderemos dormir,
ainda mesmo que floresçam as papoilas
nos campos de Flandres.

 

Tradução/adaptação de Pedro Luna

Hoje foi dia de recordar as papoilas dos campos da Flandres...

Porque hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

(imagem daqui) 

   

Recordemos que se celebram hoje os cento e cinco anos do final da I Grande Guerra e que  há uma tradição anglo-saxónica (no Reino Unido, Austrália e no Canadá, entre outros, onde este é um dia muito especial, conhecido como o Remembrance Day) de celebrar-se tal facto recorrendo a papoilas de papel (que são vendidas para apoiar os antigos combatentes - desta e de outras guerras) como as que a saudosa Rainha do Reino Unido usa no foto em cima.

Isto deve-se a um poema do ex-combatente canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), médico e tenente-coronel que, depois de enterrar um amigo, em 1915, escreveu o seguinte texto:

  

 
In Flanders’ Fields

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

NOS CAMPOS DE FLANDRES - Tradução livre

Nos campos de Flandres crescem as papoilas
E florescem entre as cruzes que, fila a fila,
Marcam o nosso lugar; e, no céu,
Voam as cotovias, que continuam corajosamente a cantar,
Embora mal se ouça seu canto, por causa dos canhões.

Estamos mortos... Ainda há poucos dias, vivos,
sim, nós amávamos, nós éramos amados;
sentíamos a aurora e víamos o poente
a rebrilhar, e agora eis-nos, todos deitados
nos campos de Flandres.

Continuai a nossa luta contra o inimigo;
A nossa mão vacilante atira-vos o facho:
mantende-o bem alto. Que, se a nossa vontade trairdes,
nós, que morremos, não poderemos dormir,
ainda mesmo que floresçam as papoilas
nos campos de Flandres.

 

Tradução/adaptação de Pedro Luna

Hoje é dia de recordar as papoilas dos campos da Flandres...

Hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

(imagem daqui) 

Recordemos que se celebram hoje os cento e quatro anos do final da I Grande Guerra e que  há uma tradição anglo-saxónica (no Reino Unido, Austrália e no Canadá, entre outros, onde este é um dia muito especial, conhecido como o Remembrance Day) de celebrar-se tal facto recorrendo a papoilas de papel (que são vendidas para apoiar os antigos combatentes - desta e de outras guerras).

Isto deve-se a um poema do ex-combatente canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), médico e tenente-coronel que, depois de enterrar um amigo, em 1915, escreveu o seguinte texto:

  

 
In Flanders’ Fields

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

NOS CAMPOS DE FLANDRES - Tradução livre

Nos campos de Flandres crescem as papoilas
E florescem entre as cruzes que, fila a fila,
Marcam o nosso lugar; e, no céu,
Voam as cotovias, que continuam corajosamente a cantar,
Embora mal se ouça seu canto, por causa dos canhões.

Estamos mortos... Ainda há poucos dias, vivos,
sim, nós amávamos, nós éramos amados;
sentíamos a aurora e víamos o poente
a rebrilhar, e agora eis-nos, todos deitados
nos campos de Flandres.

Continuai a nossa luta contra o inimigo;
A nossa mão vacilante atira-vos o facho:
mantende-o bem alto. Que, se a nossa vontade trairdes,
nós, que morremos, não poderemos dormir,
ainda mesmo que floresçam as papoilas
nos campos de Flandres.

 

Tradução/adaptação de Pedro Luna

Hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

 

(imagem daqui) 

Recordemos que se celebram hoje os 103 anos do terminus da I Grande Guerra e que  há uma tradição anglo-saxónica (no Reino Unido, Austrália e no Canadá, entre outros, onde este é um dia muito especial, conhecido como o Remembrance Day) de celebrar-se tal facto recorrendo a papoilas de papel (que são vendidas para apoiar os antigos combatentes - desta e de outras guerras).

Isto deve-se a um poema do ex-combatente canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), médico e tenente-coronel que, depois de enterrar um amigo, em 1915, escreveu o seguinte texto:

  

 
In Flanders’ Fields

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

NOS CAMPOS DE FLANDRES - Tradução livre

Nos campos de Flandres crescem as papoilas
E florescem entre as cruzes que, fila a fila,
Marcam o nosso lugar; e, no céu,
Voam as cotovias, que continuam corajosamente a cantar,
Embora mal se ouça seu canto, por causa dos canhões.

Estamos mortos... Ainda há poucos dias, vivos,
sim, nós amávamos, nós éramos amados;
sentíamos a aurora e víamos o poente
a rebrilhar, e agora eis-nos, todos deitados
nos campos de Flandres.

Continuai a nossa luta contra o inimigo;
A nossa mão vacilante atira-vos o facho:
mantende-o bem alto. Que, se a nossa vontade trairdes,
nós, que morremos, não poderemos dormir,
ainda mesmo que floresçam as papoilas
nos campos de Flandres.

Tradução/adaptação de Pedro Luna

  

  

Recordemos então os mortos, incluindo o autor do poema (que faleceu de pneumónica e meningite, quase no final da Guerra...) e o seu camarada de armas a quem dedicou a poesia, até porque é honrando os que lutaram (às vezes ingloriamente e, por vezes, sem ser ser por uma justa causa) que iremos recordar que a Guerra é sempre má. E lembremos também a americana Moira Michael, que escreveu uma réplica ao poema e ajudou a perpetuar a celebração da data - Remembrance Day, Veterans Day, Poppy Day ou Armistice Day, consoante o país - o nosso Dia do Armistício:

Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ fields,
Sleep sweet – to rise anew;
We caught the torch you threw;
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.
We cherish, too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led.
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders’ Fields.
And now the torch and poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead
Fear not that ye have died for naught
We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders’ Fields.

Hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

 

(imagem daqui) 

Recordemos que se celebram hoje os 103 anos do terminus da I Grande Guerra e que  há uma tradição anglo-saxónica (no Reino Unido, Austrália e no Canadá, entre outros, onde este é um dia muito especial, conhecido como o Remembrance Day) de celebrar-se tal facto recorrendo a papoilas de papel (que são vendidas para apoiar os antigos combatentes - desta e de outras guerras).

Isto deve-se a um poema do ex-combatente canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), médico e tenente-coronel que, depois de enterrar um amigo, em 1915, escreveu o seguinte texto:

  

 
In Flanders’ Fields

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

NOS CAMPOS DE FLANDRES - Tradução livre

Nos campos de Flandres crescem as papoilas
E florescem entre as cruzes que, fila a fila,
Marcam o nosso lugar; e, no céu,
Voam as cotovias, que continuam corajosamente a cantar,
Embora mal se ouça seu canto, por causa dos canhões.

Estamos mortos... Ainda há poucos dias, vivos,
sim, nós amávamos, nós éramos amados;
sentíamos a aurora e víamos o poente
a rebrilhar, e agora eis-nos, todos deitados
nos campos de Flandres.

Continuai a nossa luta contra o inimigo;
A nossa mão vacilante atira-vos o facho:
mantende-o bem alto. Que, se a nossa vontade trairdes,
nós, que morremos, não poderemos dormir,
ainda mesmo que floresçam as papoilas
nos campos de Flandres.

Tradução/adaptação de Pedro Luna

  

  

Recordemos então os mortos, incluindo o autor do poema (que faleceu de pneumónica e meningite, quase no final da Guerra...) e o seu camarada de armas a quem dedicou a poesia, até porque é honrando os que lutaram (às vezes ingloriamente e, por vezes, sem ser ser por uma justa causa) que iremos recordar que a Guerra é sempre má. E lembremos também a americana Moira Michael, que escreveu uma réplica ao poema e ajudou a perpetuar a celebração da data - Remembrance Day, Veterans Day, Poppy Day ou Armistice Day, consoante o país - o nosso Dia do Armistício:

Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ fields,
Sleep sweet – to rise anew;
We caught the torch you threw;
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.
We cherish, too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led.
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders’ Fields.
And now the torch and poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead
Fear not that ye have died for naught
We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders’ Fields.

Porque hoje é Dia da Papoila e do Armistício...

(imagem daqui) 

Recordemos que se celebram hoje os 102 anos do terminus da I Grande Guerra e que  há uma tradição anglo-saxónica (no Reino Unido, Austrália e no Canadá, entre outros, onde este é um dia muito especial, conhecido como o Remembrance Day) de celebrar-se tal facto recorrendo a papoilas de papel (que são vendidas para apoiar os antigos combatentes - desta e de outras guerras).

Isto deve-se a um poema do ex-combatente canadiano John McCrae (1872-1918), médico e tenente-coronel que, depois de enterrar um amigo, em 1915, escreveu o seguinte texto:

  

 
In Flanders’ Fields

In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

NOS CAMPOS DE FLANDRES - Tradução livre

Nos campos de Flandres crescem as papoilas
E florescem entre as cruzes que, fila a fila,
Marcam o nosso lugar; e, no céu,
Voam as cotovias, que continuam corajosamente a cantar,
Embora mal se ouça seu canto, por causa dos canhões.

Estamos mortos... Ainda há poucos dias, vivos,
sim, nós amávamos, nós éramos amados;
sentíamos a aurora e víamos o poente
a rebrilhar, e agora eis-nos, todos deitados
nos campos de Flandres.

Continuai a nossa luta contra o inimigo;
A nossa mão vacilante atira-vos o facho:
mantende-o bem alto. Que, se a nossa vontade trairdes,
nós, que morremos, não poderemos dormir,
ainda mesmo que floresçam as papoilas
nos campos de Flandres.

Tradução/adaptação de Pedro Luna

Recordemos então os mortos, incluindo o autor do poema (que faleceu de pneumónica e meningite, quase no final da Guerra...) e o seu camarada de armas a quem dedicou a poesia, até porque é honrando os que lutaram (às vezes ingloriamente e, por vezes, sem ser ser por uma justa causa) que iremos recordar que a Guerra é sempre má. E lembremos também a americana Moira Michael, que escreveu uma réplica ao poema e ajudou a perpetuar a celebração da data - Remembrance Day, Veterans Day, Poppy Day ou Armistice Day, consoante o país - o nosso Dia do Armistício:

Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ fields,
Sleep sweet – to rise anew;
We caught the torch you threw;
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.
We cherish, too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led.
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders’ Fields.
And now the torch and poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead
Fear not that ye have died for naught
We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders’ Fields.

 

A Grande Guerra acabou há 101 anos

O Armistício de Compiègne foi um tratado assinado a 11 de novembro de 1918 entre os Aliados e a Alemanha, dentro de um vagão-restaurante, na floresta de Compiègne, com o objetivo de encerrar as hostilidades na frente ocidental da Primeira Guerra Mundial. Os principais signatários foram o Marechal Ferdinand Foch, comandante-em-chefe das forças da Tríplice Entente, e Matthias Erzberger, representante alemão.

Seguiu-se ao armistício o tratado de paz de Versalhes, celebrado em 1919, segundo o qual, a Alemanha, derrotada, era obrigada a:

• reduzir as suas tropas a metade;
• pagar pesadas indemnizações aos países vencedores;
• ceder todas as suas colónias;
• restituir a Alsácia-Lorena à França.

   

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Poppies are laid on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on Remembrance Day in Ottawa

  
Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth of Nations member states since the end of the First World War to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. The day, specifically designated by King George V on 7 November 1919, or alternative dates, are also recognised as special days for war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month", in accordance with the armistice signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am.) The First World War officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The memorial evolved out of Armistice Day, which continues to be marked on the same date. The initial Armistice Day was observed at Buckingham Palace, commencing with King George V hosting a "Banquet in Honour of the President of the French Republic" during the evening hours of 10 November 1919. The first official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the grounds of Buckingham Palace the following morning.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem In Flanders Fields. These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I; their brilliant red colour became a symbol for the blood spilled in the war.

  

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A I Grande Guerra terminou há um século

Junto ao vagão, após a assinatura do armistício: em primeiro plano, o marechal Foch , ladeado pelos almirantes britânicos Hope e Rosslyn Wemyss

O Armistício de Compiègne foi um tratado assinado em 11 de novembro de 1918 entre os Aliados e a Alemanha, dentro de um vagão-restaurante, na floresta de Compiègne, com o objetivo de encerrar as hostilidades na frente ocidental da Primeira Guerra Mundial. Os principais signatários foram o Marechal Ferdinand Foch, comandante-em-chefe das forças da Tríplice Entente, e Matthias Erzberger, representante alemão.

Seguiu-se ao armistício o tratado de paz de Versalhes, celebrado em 1919, segundo o qual, a Alemanha, derrotada, era obrigada a:
- reduzir as suas tropas a metade;
- pagar pesadas indemnizações aos países vencedores;
- ceder todas as suas colónias;

- restituir a Alsácia-Lorena à França.

  

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Hoje é o Dia da Papoila

Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day or Armistice Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth countries since the end of World War I to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. This day, or alternative dates, are also recognised as special days for war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month," in accordance with the Armistice, signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am) World War I officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The day was specifically dedicated by King George V on 7 November 1919 as a day of remembrance for members of the armed forces who were killed during World War I. This was possibly done upon the suggestion of Edward George Honey to Wellesley Tudor Pole, who established two ceremonial periods of remembrance based on events in 1917.

The Initial or Very First Armistice Day was held at Buckingham Palace commencing with King George V hosting a "Banquet in Honour of The President of the French Republic" during the evening hours of November 10, 1919. The First Official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the Grounds of Buckingham Palace on the Morning of November 11, 1919. This would set the trend for a day of Remembrance for decades to come.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem "In Flanders Fields". These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour an appropriate symbol for the blood spilled in the war.
  

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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Porque hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

O Armistício de Compiègne foi um tratado assinado em 11 de novembro de 1918 entre os Aliados e a Alemanha, dentro de um vagão-restaurante, na floresta de Compiègne, com o objetivo de encerrar as hostilidades na frente ocidental da Primeira Guerra Mundial. Os principais signatários foram o Marechal Ferdinand Foch, comandante-em-chefe das forças da Tríplice Entente, e Matthias Erzberger, representante alemão.

 

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Hoje é o Dia da Papoila...

Remembrance Day (sometimes known as Poppy Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth of Nations member states since the end of the First World War to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. Following a tradition inaugurated by King George V in 1919, the day is also marked by war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November in most countries to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month", in accordance with the armistice signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am.) The First World War officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The memorial evolved out of Armistice Day, which continues to be marked on the same date. The initial Armistice Day was observed at Buckingham Palace, commencing with King George V hosting a "Banquet in Honour of the President of the French Republic" during the evening hours of 10 November 1919. The first official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the grounds of Buckingham Palace the following morning.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem "In Flanders Fields". These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I; their brilliant red colour became a symbol for the blood spilled in the war.
 

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Hoje foi o Dia da Papoila...

Remembrance Day (sometimes known as Poppy Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth of Nations member states since the end of the First World War to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. Following a tradition inaugurated by King George V in 1919, the day is also marked by war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November in most countries to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month", in accordance with the armistice signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am.) The First World War officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The memorial evolved out of Armistice Day, which continues to be marked on the same date. The initial Armistice Day was observed at Buckingham Palace, commencing with King George V hosting a "Banquet in Honour of the President of the French Republic" during the evening hours of 10 November 1919. The first official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the grounds of Buckingham Palace the following morning.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem "In Flanders Fields". These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I; their brilliant red colour became a symbol for the blood spilled in the war.

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Musica adequada à data...

In Flanders Fields - Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up your quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

A I Grande Guerra acabou há 96 anos

O Armistício de Compiègne foi um tratado assinado a 11 de novembro de 1918 entre os Aliados e a Alemanha, dentro de um vagão-restaurante, na floresta de Compiègne, com o objetivo de encerrar as hostilidades na frente ocidental da Primeira Guerra Mundial. Os principais signatários foram o Marechal Ferdinand Foch, comandante-em-chefe das forças da Tríplice Entente, e Matthias Erzberger, representante alemão.

Seguiu-se ao armistício o tratado de paz de Versalhes, celebrado em 1919, segundo o qual, a Alemanha, derrotada, era obrigada a:

• reduzir as suas tropas a metade;
• pagar pesadas indemnizações aos países vencedores;
• ceder todas as suas colónias;
• restituir a Alsácia-Lorena à França.

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Poppies are laid on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on Remembrance Day in Ottawa

Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth of Nations member states since the end of the First World War to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. The day, specifically designated by King George V on 7 November 1919, or alternative dates, are also recognised as special days for war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month", in accordance with the armistice signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am.) The First World War officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The memorial evolved out of Armistice Day, which continues to be marked on the same date. The initial Armistice Day was observed at Buckingham Palace, commencing with King George V hosting a "Banquet in Honour of the President of the French Republic" during the evening hours of 10 November 1919. The first official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the grounds of Buckingham Palace the following morning.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem In Flanders Fields. These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I; their brilliant red colour became a symbol for the blood spilled in the war.

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Hoje foi, em muitos países, o Dia da Papoila

Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day or Armistice Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth countries since the end of World War I to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. This day, or alternative dates, are also recognised as special days for war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month," in accordance with the Armistice, signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 am) World War I officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The day was specifically dedicated by King George V on 7 November 1919 as a day of remembrance for members of the armed forces who were killed during World War I. This was possibly done upon the suggestion of Edward George Honey to Wellesley Tudor Pole, who established two ceremonial periods of remembrance based on events in 1917.

The Initial or Very First Armistice Day was held at Buckingham Palace commencing with King George V hosting a "Banquet in Honour of The President of the French Republic" during the evening hours of November 10, 1919. The First Official Armistice Day was subsequently held on the Grounds of Buckingham Palace on the Morning of November 11, 1919. This would set the trend for a day of Remembrance for decades to come.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem "In Flanders Fields". These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour an appropriate symbol for the blood spilled in the war.

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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Há 95 anos acabou a I Grande Guerra

Junto ao vagão, após a assinatura do armistício: em primeiro plano, o marechal Foch , ladeado pelos almirantes britânicos Hope e Rosslyn Wemyss

O Armistício de Compiègne foi um tratado assinado em 11 de novembro de 1918 entre os Aliados e a Alemanha, dentro de um vagão-restaurante, na floresta de Compiègne, com o objetivo de encerrar as hostilidades na frente ocidental da Primeira Guerra Mundial. Os principais signatários foram o Marechal Ferdinand Foch, comandante-em-chefe das forças da Tríplice Entente, e Matthias Erzberger, representante alemão.

Seguiu-se ao armistício o tratado de paz de Versalhes, celebrado em 1919, segundo o qual, a Alemanha, derrotada, era obrigada a:
- reduzir as suas tropas pela metade;
- pagar pesadas indemnizações aos países vencedores;
- ceder todas as suas colónias;

- restituir a Alsácia-Lorena à França.

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Hoje foi o Dia da Papoila...

Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day or Armistice Day) is a memorial day observed in Commonwealth countries since the end of World War I to remember the members of their armed forces who have died in the line of duty. This day, or alternative dates, are also recognized as special days for war remembrances in many non-Commonwealth countries. Remembrance Day is observed on 11 November to recall the end of hostilities of World War I on that date in 1918. Hostilities formally ended "at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month," in accordance with the Armistice, signed by representatives of Germany and the Entente between 5:12 and 5:20 that morning. ("At the 11th hour" refers to the passing of the 11th hour, or 11:00 a.m.) World War I officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles on 28 June 1919.

The day was specifically dedicated by King George V on 7 November 1919 as a day of remembrance for members of the armed forces who were killed during World War I. This was possibly done upon the suggestion of Edward George Honey to Wellesley Tudor Pole, who established two ceremonial periods of remembrance based on events in 1917.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem "In Flanders Fields". These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour an appropriate symbol for the blood spilled in the war.

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