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.
Please fall
silent at 11am today to honour and remember the fallen.
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