Sul y Cofio

I mi, mae Sul y Cofio (Remembrance Sunday) yn ddiwrnod arbennig. Mae'r gwasanaeth hwn yn hollbwysig ac yn arbennig. Fel ficer, byddwn yn ychwanegu'r gair 'sanctaidd'. Rydyn ni'n cymryd amser i ni fod yn ddiolchgar i bobl nad ydym yn gwybod pwy a roddodd yr hyn a allent, felly gallem fwynhau rhyddid.

For me, Sul y Cofio (Remembrance Sunday) is a special day. This service is poignant and special. As a vicar, I would add the word ‘holy’. We are taking time to be thankful to people who we do not know who gave all that they could, so we could enjoy freedom.

Pwyntiau pwysig

Nid oes gogoniant mewn rhyfel

Nid rhyfel yn gêm gyfrifiadurol. Fy mab i i’n licio chwarae gemau ar y cyfrifiadur.

When he was a little younger, he liked. In it the hero would be set particular tasks, fighting off enemies, human and aliens. When the hero was killed, my son could press a button and the hero would be reborn and the game would start exactly where death occurred.

War is not like that. War is always failure. It ruptures and ends things. The bardd, Hedd Wyn wrote these words.

Mae'r hen delynau genid gynt
Ynghrog ar gangau'r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A'u gwaed yn gymysg efo'r glaw.

Hedd Wynn

Eng translation:
The old and silenced harps are hung
On yonder willow trees again.
The bawl of boys is on the wind.
Their blood is blended in the rain.

I need to remember. Why is that? I believe the answer is found in the words of an English poet, Steve Turner.

Hanes yn ailadrodd ei hun. Mae'n rhaid iddo. Nid oes neb yn gwrando.

A brief look around the world would confirm the truth of those words: History repeats itself. It has to. No one listens.

Dan ni yma i gofio. It is as simple as that. We create this special place to pay our respects but also commit ourselves to work for peace.

Pam mae cofio yn bwysig?

Wedyn, rydym yn cofio er mwyn bod yn wahanol

Os na fyddwn yn byw'n wahanol, mae'r weithred o gofio yn ddiystyr.

If we do not live differently, the act of remembrance is meaningless.

Gall fod yn syndod i'r plant yma, ond nid yw'r Parchg Kevin yn cofio'r Rhyfel Byd Cyntaf neu hyd yn oed yr Ail Ryfel Byd.

Fe wnaeth fy Nhad wasanaethu yn y Fyddin, ac roedd fy Ewythr yn gwasanaethu yn yr Llu Awyr.

Dywedasant wrthyf straeon i mi. Roedd rhai yn ddoniol. Roedd eraill yn drist.

Rwy'n bachgen Sheffield. Rwy'n cofio Rhyfel y Falklands. Rwy'n cofio'r union fan lle yr oeddwn pan oedd HMS Sheffield wedi suddo. Roedd yn amser trist i'm dinas gartref.

Mewn un ystyr, mae cofio rhywbeth a ddigwyddodd mewn hanes yn anodd. Gan fod pob enw a ysgrifennir ar y gofeb yn cael ei ddarllen y bore yma, byddaf, yn fy nghalon, yn sibrwd un gair, diolch.

Ac yfory, byddaf yn sicrhau fy mod yn gwneud y gorau i fod yn berson o heddwch. Gobeithiaf y byddwch yn ymuno â mi.

It may come as a surprise to the children here, but Revd Kevin does not remember the First or even the Second World War.

My Dad served in Army, and my Uncle served in the Air Force.

They told me stories. Some were funny. Others were sad.

I am a Sheffield boy. I remember the Falklands War. I remember the exact place where I was when the HMS Sheffield was sunk. It was a sad time for my home city.

In one sense, remembering something that happened in history is difficult. As each name written on the memorial is read out this morning, I will, in my heart, whisper one word, thank you.

And tomorrow, I will ensure that I do best to be a person of peace. I hope that you will join me.

May they rest in peace, remembered

May we dare to live life differently because of them.