They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, 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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
My only comment to add to this, in the light of todays ceremony at the Cenotaph, is that the selfish and greedy Politicians who delayed the ceremony so that they could lay their party wreaths individually, despite the desire to offer veterans a shorter ceremony should be ashamed of themselves. In war just as in peace there is no basis for Party Political identity to be treated as more important than that of humanity and if the Politicians don’t get that, they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. If Navy, Army and Airforce can lay their wreaths together, then so too can our Political Parties.