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. The Ode of Remembrance from Laurence Binyon’s For the Fallen Image via unsplash.
Posts Tagged: Remembrance
I do not know your name, but I know you died I do not know from where you came, but I know you died Your uniform, branch of service, it matters not to me Whether Volunteer or Conscript, or how it came to be That politicians’ failures, or some power-mad ambition Brought you too soon… Read more »
For a while now Fi and I have both been harking on about doing more of the tourist things in and around London. We’ve both become guilty of ignoring the places closes to us. Silly I know, as we are both incredibly lucky to live where we do, so we really should make the most… Read more »