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.
"Laurence Binyon - "For the Fallen"
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead.
Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
"John McCrae 1918"
I will always treasure the memories of Remembrance Sundays I spent with my late dad Jim. They were special times. I do miss him.
Dad and I on our visit to the First World War battlefields, this was taken at Vimy Ridge memorial park.