11-08-2015, 06:14 PM
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
Laurence Binyon’s ‘For the Fallen’
Off to the parade in a few minutes, to remember (in the tradition I was brought up in) all the dead of all wars.
Normal service (and games) will resume later.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
Laurence Binyon’s ‘For the Fallen’
Off to the parade in a few minutes, to remember (in the tradition I was brought up in) all the dead of all wars.
Normal service (and games) will resume later.