"Today was a great day to be in London. Ben, Andrew and I went to the memorial service at the cenotaph on Whitehall that the royal family attends. There was a parade of veterans and the queen laid a wreath of poppies. I didn't see her (too short) but I did see Prince Harry :) I loved the 2 minutes moment of silence. It was so crazy to be in such a busy part of one of the most bustling parts of the world and to have it go so quiet that you can't even hear cars-- just birds chirping. I also loved saying the Lord's Prayer in unison w/thousands of people and also hearing the Brit's sing "God Save the Queen" with her in attendance."
This entry is nothing eloquent or wordy... it's pretty simple actually. I know that unless you were there or have been there to experience something like a 2 min moment of silence this probably doesn't mean much to you. I have never experienced anything quite like the way the British honor their traditions and especially their war heroes. After visiting a number of memorials, graves, and taking a class on the Great War I barely got to scratch the surface of how deep national pride runs in that beautiful country. I miss it every day and while I celebrate our veterans in America this year I will also be wearing my poppy and reading Wilfred Owens poems.
God Save the Queen.
|Cenotaph on Whitehall|