I must say that when I saw 'Saddest Day of the Year' I thought of Armistice Day... or Veterans Day in the USA.
November 11th was always an emotional day in Britain and the Colonies, when commemoration of the fallen was made.
There are a couple of poems we learned as children that still evoke a great deal of sadness when read.
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In Flanders Fields
In Flander's Fields the poppies grow
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 Flander's Fields.
John McCray.
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM
John Jack R.I.P.
To The Fallen.
They shall grow not old
as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the gowing down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.