The Ode

Peter Rideout

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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.

excerpted from "For The Fallen" by Laurence Binyon, 1914

Tomorrow is Remembrance Day, go to the cenotaph, or take a moment, if you can, lest we forget...
 
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