Sunday Photo Fiction: Remembering #flashfiction #writing #amwriting #poetry #remberanceday #lestwenotforget

Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 


A Mixed Bag


“Why don’t they rebuild this old stone building Grandpa?” 

“You know well, Gertrude, it costs a great deal to repair a historical building. They can’t even take it down because this building is a designated historical site.” 

“That doesn’t seem right. Why would we leave something so valuable to history, to fall apart? Eventually it will only be a pile of rubble and everyone will forget its significigance,” Gertrude mused. 

” Maybe someday someone like you, Gertrude, will restore the building. It’s a painstaking process and you must use and find authentic materials.” 

She nodded. “I understand Grandpa, but sometimes certain cities choose not to rebuild. Like in Venice, many buildings are left to disintegrate and collapse into the water. They don’t let architects even plan to rebuild. Many once grand buildings are in such dangerous condition, they’ve been left so long.” 

“Restoring old buildings can be good Gertrude. They are a part of humanity’s history. We need to remember our history to learn from it. But sometimes we need to knock old buildings down and design better ones from our present day knowledge. Future generations can learn from us through newer buildings too,” Grandpa said. 

Gertrude nodded. She was training to be an architect but was only a freshman in university. Her Grandpa had been a great architect and was still well known. 

“What will future people learn from our buildings, Grandpa?” 

“Hopefully, they’ll learn our buildings are stronger. Made with more thought to design, to the environment, and how the everyday person lives. Our simple routines we take for granted are our history as much as the calamities of our time.” 

Gertrude frowned, turning to her Grandpa. He was wearing his WWII uniform for the Rememberance Day Ceremony; he was going to walk in a parade as well. 

 “Will they remember men such as you, Grandpa?  Men who fought for their freedom in Normandy and in other places in Europe? Will they understand why you and other soldiers have nightmares from war? Will they remember why you had to fight and saw so many of your buddies die brutally?” 

A tear escaped Grandpa’s eye and he shook his head, not able to speak. He was too afraid what he and his fellow soldiers had fought for in brutal war, would melt away in time. 


Lest We Not Forget. November 11th is Remberance Day in Canada. 

“In Flanders Fields” 

John McCrae, 1872 – 1918


 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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 Flanders fields.


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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 


14 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Remembering #flashfiction #writing #amwriting #poetry #remberanceday #lestwenotforget

  1. Iain Kelly November 9, 2016 / 10:08 pm

    Timely message, can imagine a lot of people having this conversation with Grandpa over the next few days. Nice take.

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  2. Immanuel November 10, 2016 / 6:12 am

    Wow! And funny enough I’d always wanted to be a soldier. But life happens

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    • mandibelle16 November 10, 2016 / 6:21 am

      Thanks for reading Immanuel. It’s a noble job, but you’re putting your life on the line in times of war or otherwise. You’re sacrificing yourself possibly, and their are many things that some soldiers have to deal with after, PTSD, nightmares, disabilities – physical and mental, and government’s and citizens who forget to appreciate. Or provide proper benefits and pensions. We need our soldiers, however, their sacrifice of their lives and well being for our peace and how we get to live is a high cost. It’s why we say lest we not forget. Thanks again.

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  3. Sunday Fiction November 10, 2016 / 1:05 pm

    A great story with a very good message in it. We can never forget why the soldiers fought and died.

    Liked by 1 person

    • mandibelle16 November 10, 2016 / 7:38 pm

      Thank you Al. It’s important I think. The big deal here stores putting stuff out before Remembrance Day haas passed. Many feel it disrespectful to the soldiers.

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  4. julespaige November 10, 2016 / 5:41 pm

    Too often those wonderful soldiers refuse to tell of the traumas wishing they could forget.
    And yet it is that trauma we must remember, and learn from.

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  5. Steve Lakey November 12, 2016 / 10:28 am

    I love the comparisons you make here, and the link to Remembrance Day. A lovely tribute, and a thoughtful story.

    Liked by 1 person

    • mandibelle16 November 12, 2016 / 6:48 pm

      Thank you Steve. I’m happy you liked it. I thought the Remembrance part of it important 🙂

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