I'm currently away staying with friends in Deal in Kent, so observed the Remembrance Sunday service at the local war memorial here. This year I think there's an added poignancy with the last of this country's First World War veterans having passed away, and troops still being killed and injured in Afghanistan. Never has it been more important for us to pause and reflect on their sacrifice.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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.