Lest We Forget
How good it was to learn that the lovely Memorial Arch up in Bangor has been restored and was open in the days leading up to Poppy Day. It was built back in 1923 and was publicly funded. The names of over eight-thousand of our Welsh war-dead – the First World War – are inscribed on the oak panelling within the monument.
The Royal British Legion is to be congratulated on the restoration, for without that charitable organisation the work would never have been done. Also, the Legion has agreed to supervise the Memorial Arch in future.
Should you wish to have a look at this fitting tribute to those who “gave” their lives in that hideous war, it stands on the campus of Bangor University and is easy to find.
And Yet . . .
. . . though it will be good to see the crowds at War Memorials throughout Wales and throughout Britain remembering our dead of not only that First World War but of the many, large and small, which have taken place since on Sunday, there is something else to remember.
The day chosen – and you will know why – for the original Memorial Day was the 11th November: “at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month”. And, indeed, many of us honoured our war victims on Thursday of this week.
The reason why Those-Who-Know-What’s-Best-For-Us changed the national day of remembrance to “the nearest Sunday to the 11th November” was not to Christianise the event. It was purely a move by the establishment to save money and to make more profits.
Apparently, sparing two minutes to commemorate – and, perhaps, to decided never to be involved in military action again – evil wars during a working-week was costing businesses too much. Can’t have all those working-class folk toddling off to remember their dead for a couple of minutes, can we?
Let us remember . . .
Carrying The Flame
Those of you who’ve read this column for a while will know that I am no great sports-fan.
However, next year’s Olympics will bring nations together in peace and harmony and in a spirit of happy competition . . . well, that’s the theory, anyway.
And, here in Wales, most of us will be within easy reach of the route which is to be taken by the runners carrying the Olympic Torch. Well, in the case of Aberaeron, riders performing that task – there’s a Welsh cob involved in the journey there!
Dear old Snowdon will be the highest point of the Torch’s travels, too. Gosh, someone, somewhere may suddenly find out where our country is!
For more details of the Flame’s route, you can visit: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-13391986
A Practice Flame?!
Somebody – as thick as the idiots who put fireworks into seven post-boxes in little Lampeter on Guy Fawkes Night – set fire to one of the buildings of the Snowdon Mountain Railway recently. The thicko (or thickos) must have gone out of their way so to do.
I suppose that they had to light a fire because they themselves are not very bright.
If you know anything about this mindless act, let the police know, eh?
Pre-Christmas Bad News
They nearly always save it up till round the Festive Season, don’t they? The capitalists, I mean. And the news of job losses.
Again, Tata is shedding jobs in the Welsh steel-industry. Seventy more are going, after some one-thousand-three-hundred ten years ago.
“The current economic situation” is blamed. But surely that has been caused by the greed of the same capitalist system of which Tata is a part. And it is always the working-class that bears the brunt of that greed.