Pause for Thought Remembrance


They went with songs to the battle, order they were young.
Straight of limb, help true of eyes, drugstore 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.

(photos taken last November at the Cenotaph in central London)

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