The Shrine of Remembrance in Melbourne, Australia, is an imposing mausoleum, erected after the “war to end all wars”, WWI. It was built to have a soul, designed like a Greek temple; democracy is thought to have begun in Greece. It was built to be everlasting, eternal. Two of the three architects were returned soldiers. It was built in the belief that there would be no more war.
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Armistice Day, a ray of light passes through an opening and strikes the word “Love” on an inscription. The marble plaque, placed where it must be viewed with heads bowed, and where no hand may touch it, reads “Greater love hath no man than this”.
The imposing monument was built as a tribute to sacrifice for peace. That peace lasted only 21 years.
I stood amongst the wreaths and remembrance poppies looking at a statue of fathers and sons by Raymond Ewers. It was erected after WWII. I was told that it was erected by the women of Victoria, the mothers, the daughters. I cried.
I am a mother, and the daughter of a veteran soldier. I am not ashamed of my tears. Every soldier has a mother.
Does a culture of peace start in the home?
Read a veteran soldier's comments on a woman's tears
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Armistice Day, a ray of light passes through an opening and strikes the word “Love” on an inscription. The marble plaque, placed where it must be viewed with heads bowed, and where no hand may touch it, reads “Greater love hath no man than this”.
The imposing monument was built as a tribute to sacrifice for peace. That peace lasted only 21 years.
I stood amongst the wreaths and remembrance poppies looking at a statue of fathers and sons by Raymond Ewers. It was erected after WWII. I was told that it was erected by the women of Victoria, the mothers, the daughters. I cried.
I am a mother, and the daughter of a veteran soldier. I am not ashamed of my tears. Every soldier has a mother.
Does a culture of peace start in the home?
Read a veteran soldier's comments on a woman's tears
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