At the 11th hour on this, the 11th day of the 11th month, we will remember them.
I lost one of my oldest and dearest friends 3 years ago in Afganistan. I have always honoured our soliders on this day because of my Grandfather, and now also because of James.
Its not just a day to remember those who have fallen in the past, but a day to remember those of more recent times and who are still fighting for us now. I always hope that they will come home to us safely but for James and so many others, that was not to be.
So please, at 11am today, just take a minute to be silent and remember those we have lost.
For The Fallen - Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
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 contemn.
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.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.