We do not celebrate war, nor do we glorify it's horror. We remember those that have made the ultimate sacrifice to protect the way of life that we enjoy. A minute's silence at 11am this morning is a small price for us to pay.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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.
Lest we forget.
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