It is Flashback Friday, with a post from five years ago. Today seemed like a good time to provide a reminder of the Great War.
Tonight at 8, for the 29,758th time (31,583rd time in 2019), the Last Post, the traditional salute to fallen warriors, will be played at the Menin gate in Ypres. It’s been a nightly ritual since 1928.
Volunteers from the Last Post Association (and sometimes hundreds, even thousands of others) gather each evening to honour the British Empire dead of the First World War. They are there to remember, among others, those whose bodies were never recovered. The names of 55,000 of those men are inscribed on the Menin Gate. The names of others are recorded at other area cemeteries, including Tyne Cot.
I had understood that the ceremonies were to honour a different soldier each night and the plan was to continue until all those with no grave had been honoured, which would take us into the next century, but I must have misunderstood. The Last Post Society plans to continue the nightly remembrance forever (or as long as possible – whichever comes first).
It is a sombre occasion that brings home the reality of war. Many of the men whose names are inscribed on the gate left Ypres along the same road, never to return. The gate was constructed as a memorial to them. On a regular basis others take part, school groups or church groups that make a special trip to Ypres to be part of the ceremony.The ceremony continued from 1940-1944, the years of German occupation during the Second World War, though the location was moved, to Brookwood cemetery in England. Fighting was still going on in parts of Ypres when the Last Post service once again began being held at Menin gate.
My first visit to the Menin Gate to observe the Last Post ceremony was especially moving. It was July 25, 2009. Earlier that day the word had circulated through the town that Harry Patch, the last surviving veteran of the Battle of Passchendaele, had died at age 111. It was the end of an era, the last connection to a time of great devastation. They had been young men full of hope and promise, so many of whom never came home. And now the last of those who had returned was gone.