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Saturday, 10 November 2018

We Will Remember Them

Coincidentally Remembrance Sunday this year will exactly mark the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I. It was at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, that the armistice came into effect across the western front.

In a railway carriage, away from preying eyes, in a forest near the French city of Compi├Ęgne, north-east of Paris,  French, British, and German leaders had met and signed the armistice that officially ended the four year bloody conflict that claimed the lives of more than 16 million people.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

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 contemn.
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 tim
e of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
BY LAURENCE BINYON

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