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.
from the poem, For the Fallen, by Robert Laurence Binyon.
Yes, we will remember.
ReplyDeleteWe should never forget the sacrifice others have given for us.
ReplyDeleteWe will never forget. xx
ReplyDeleteYear after year we prove that we definitely will remember them x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful yet poignant poem. We will remember and be thankful.
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