Nov 24

Centenary of Armistice Day


There was no service at St. Mark’s on Sunday 11th November 2018 as members of St. Mark’s joined those of other denominations (and none) at Scarisbrick Village Hall to mark the centenary of The Armistice in 1918.

They gathered before the World War One Memorial for readings and prayer before the names of the fallen from Scarisbrick, in both world wars, were called and wreaths were laid.

Everyone having affirmed, “We will remember them”, a bugle call of the Last Post heralded the beginning of two minutes silence. The end of this was signalled by the Reveille.

Then, after a reading of a poem, In Flanders Field by John McCrae, a prayer and a hymn, ‘Oh God our help in ages past”, everyone made their way into the Village Hall for the rest of the service.

Amongst other prayers, letters and readings there was a poem by John Halewood.  John had been baptised in St. Mark’s Church and been a pupil at St. Mark’s School. He volunteered for active service abroad for (as he himself put it) “Love, life and liberty”.

With thanks to Scarisbrick Parish Council and all who attended and participated in this service I conclude with John Halewood’s poem.


Somebody’s Soldier Boy

Somewhere in the fighting line,

There’s a soldier boy,

Thinking of his home and friends,

And he thinks of them with joy.

It was for their sake he left them,

His duty it was clear.

He must go to fight for England,

His home and loved ones dear.

He’d no regret, nor any care,

His heart was staunch and true,

He knew that England called him,

She had work for him to do.

He left his home, his mother dear,

Her blessings on him shed.

He left his sweetheart and his friends,

And o’er the foam he sped.

And now he’s fighting side by side ,

With other British sons,

His time is spent ‘midst shot and shell,

And the booming of the guns.

He has no fear, he only prays

That someday he’ll return,

Back to that dear old home

Whose heart for him does yearn.

Back to that dear old country

And to all those he holds dear,

He knows that they are praying,

His heart they are ever near.

But wherever he may wander,

Or whatever may befall,

His thoughts will ever be of home

His prayer, “God Bless them all”.

By John Halewood (1891-1916)

9th Battalion, The King’s

   (Liverpool) Regiment

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