……lest we forget.

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…..

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. ♥ xxx

Always grateful to those who have up their today for our tomorrow.