So many sacrifices made.
To my colleagues friends and brothers.
Thank you is not enough.
Respect I will never forget.
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For the Fallen, Laurence Binyon
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.
Words cannot thank them enough for their sacrifice, but God bless and thank you.
So many sacrifices made.
To my colleagues friends and brothers.
Thank you is not enough.
Respect I will never forget.
True heroes.
Paid the ultimate sacrifice.
Two contrasting points this weekend one filled me with disgust, the other with pride.
I will let you decide which is which
1. Corbyn not attending the remembrance festival event
2. 8 year old Granddaughter laying a wreath at the local war memorial
Total respect from me
They shall not grow 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.
Respect.
We should never forget them.....![]()
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Thanks to everyone who made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can live with the freedom we have today.
PS Talking of freedom Grist, you are of course free to express opinion but maybe this wasn't the thread for political debate?
And Corbyn refusing to honour the dead isn’t political?
Surely this is a thread about those that HONOUR the fallen?
My Dad's time in the RAF was an immense part of his life. He never missed Remembrance Sunday in Clifton Park. Blazer with regimental badge, tie, beret - all the gear- until last year. He was seriously ill in hospital. My youngest daughter had taken him to the service the year before and bought him a poppy, which he treasured. I sat with him as he listened to the last post on telly in the ward. He was in a terrible state but clutched his poppy as he watched. Two days later he died peacefully.
I walked down to town this morning, thinking of my Dad as I saw the people gathering at the Minster and in the park. A sad experience but also very fond memories of my lovely old dad