'Lest We Forget'.

Clip from the video 'Their England'.....
'At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them'. Taken from the poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943),
We dedicate the fourth famous verse of this poem to commemorate the fallen in both world wars.
'For the Fallen'
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

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.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

[peterjeffery]

God Bless all the old Tommies. For many years I lived by the main gates of a large cemetery that had a sizable burial ground for veterans, many from WW2 but most from the Great War. Every September the aging veterans would march smartly along our street led by a Piper past our house in formation, arms swinging on (then) 70-ish frames. Dressed in dark blue jackets and tams, chests loaded with medals and service ribbons. I saw my first march past at about 10 and my last about 15 years later. It was stirring to see them but as you can imagine, year over year their numbers shrank from 100 to less than 20. It was a sad sight near the end as you knew there time was close. Great work as ever Jayne, really well done. Thanks for keeping faith with this brave lot.

[wezzagustus]

Wow "War is organized murder" I'll never forget that! True statement for all generations, heed the wisdom of the elderly

[retro_rain]

Who ever disliked it is not getting it

[jarrodmitra]

This isn’t the ‘lest we forget’ poem though.