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At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Oh, Tez, Thank you. So many of us do, in fact, forget. My father, an older WW II veteran, was always drawn to the writing and poetry of the Great War, He enlisted in one of the last US horse-drawn artillery units in 1928 (under-age but w/his fathers permission) and was greatly affected by the stories of the men who had been in France and Belguim. And he knew this poem. He talked often about the road that led to that Great War, the shock of it and the path from the first to the second 'world' war. This is writing to be remembered and to point us to those it describes. Thank you for reminding me.
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.
w/respect, A
Thanks for the link. I love it.A Look Back in Incredible Photos: D-Day, June 6, 1944
I especially liked the then and now photos. Clever.