The 100th anniversary of one of Europe’s worst wars is fast
approaching. You could sense its nearness in Armistice Day ceremonies last week.
My wife and I were in Belgium visiting her mother and watched television
coverage of memorial observances Nov. 10 at the Cenotaph in London and Nov. 11 at
Menin Gate in Ypres, Belgium.
The Cenotaph |
These were serious and solemn, following rituals that their
participants and many attendees knew well. Even to an outside observer, they
conveyed an emotional connection to the events of 1914-18 that has been absent during
the Civil War sesquicentennial on this side of the Atlantic.
The Cenotaph (the word means empty tomb) is Great Britain’s national
war memorial. It is a simple monolith in Whitehall with a wreath on each side and just three words: The Glorious Dead. The empty tomb is the stone coffin on top.
The permanent monument was built in 1920 to honor the Great
War dead who did not return, but the years of World War II were later added in
Roman numerals. The Cenotaph now honors the dead of all Britain’s wars.
Television coverage of the ceremony reflected
this more catholic commemoration. One report featured the great-grandson of one
of four brothers from Glasgow killed during World War I. He showed a photograph of them and told their stories. The next interview focused on a
young man who was learning Pashtun and attempting to improve the lives of
civilians in Afghanistan when an improvised explosive device blew him up. His
mother had made her own memorial for him, a box with separate photo files for
the phases of his life. The last files, where his marriage and family life
would have gone, were empty, and will remain so.
As military units march past last Sunday, a steward arranges poppy wreaths at the Cenotaph. |
The ceremony itself consisted of muted pomp and the laying
of wreaths. The queen was the first to set a ring of poppies before the
Cenotaph. Before the last note drifted into the cool November skies, a carpet
of red covered the apron before it.
The British observe Armistice Day on the Sunday closest to
the Nov. 11, the day the war ended in 1918. The ceremony at the Menin Gate in
Ypres is on the 11th. It also has a heavy British accent, as the British manned
the trenches in this salient of the Western Front and lost heavily here. “Last
Post,” the British version of “Taps,” is still played daily at 8 p.m. in Ypres. This has been the case since 1928 with the exception of 1940-44, when the Germans
occupied the city.
The Menin gate |
The Menin Gate specifically honors the men of the British
Commonwealth who died in the Ypres Salient during World War I and lie in
unknown graves. Of the 300,000 British soldiers killed here, 90,000 were simply
lost – obliterated, sunk in the mud, left to rot in no-man’s land. The names of half the 90,000 are engraved on the walls of the gate. Occasionally
human remains are still found during road and building projects in the area.
The ceremony at the Menin Gate was similar to the one in
London with dirges and poppy wreaths. The most poignant moment came with the
playing of “Oh! Valiant Hearts,” a hymn comparing the sacrifice of Britain’s World War
I dead with that of Christ. The first stanza goes:
O valiant hearts who to your glory came
Through dust of conflict and through battle flame;
Tranquil you lie, your knightly virtue proved,
Your memory hallowed in the land you loved.
Through dust of conflict and through battle flame;
Tranquil you lie, your knightly virtue proved,
Your memory hallowed in the land you loved.
As the hymn was played, hundreds of small red crepe hearts
streamed through the portals atop the Menin Gate and cascaded to the pavement
below.
Alan Rowe, a World War II veteran, and a young boy during the shower of "valiant hearts" during the ceremony Monday at the Menin Gate. |
In addition to the annual rituals on this day, a group of
schoolchildren from Belgium and Great Britain participated in the ceremony.
They represented a larger group of students who collected soil from 70 World War I battlefields
and British cemeteries in Belgium and place it in sandbags. During the ceremony
the children escorted soldiers carrying the bags to a gun carriage. When the
carriage was filled, the bags were covered with a shroud and slowly driven away.
The British soldiers hauling the soil had also taken part in
the ceremony at the Cenotaph the day before. They brought the sandbags to the Lakenhalle (cloth hall), the most prominent building in Ypres to await transport to London. There it will be used in a new memorial garden. The schoolchildren and their
classmates have pledged to care for British military cemeteries in Belgium.
Thus, even after memory fades and grief subsides, the torch
is passed.
But, as I also learned on this trip, despite such moving rituals,
history is never cut and dried. I'll tell you what I mean in the next post.
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