A medal for Mom

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A commemorative medal long proposed by the National Ex-Prisoners of War Association in the UK for all Ex-Prisoners of War, or their next of kin, whose countries were allies of Britain at the time of their capture was approved by the British Government late last year.

Mom has been approved for the medal based on Poppy Breakey's war record and will receive it in about six weeks.




The ribbon has a symbolized strand of barbed wire bounded on either side by black bands representing the despair of the compound.

These in turn are edged by white bands representative of the second and third fences of the compound.

The bands of green are reminiscent of the fields of home.

Both red edges are symbolic of the burning faith of those who were interned.

If you have never read the story of the long march Poppy Breakey was on, 600 miles in the coldest winter on record, I would be happy to e-mail or post it as directed by you. This blog is meant to celebrate life is what you make it and war stories might not be right here.

(Maybe we should do a separate family war memorial as we have lots of very historic material).

Granny Breakey and Mom certainly deserve public and official recognition for what they endured both during and long after the war.

For Poppy Breakey and his family, the effects of being a POW never went away.

The medal ensures that his descendants never forget their sacrifice.

Comments

Cynthia Young said…
There certainly is a legacy to war. But as my dear mother has always taught me it should be our guide to bigger and better things.

And it does fit within the confines of this blog as it surely is tribute to making life with what you have been given.
9:27 AM
Dave said…
It is entirely within the scope of the blog. "Life is what you make it" What better way to put our smaller problems in perspective but to see what our scions have gone though?
7:33 PM
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