Yesterday at the remembrance service in the village where my parents go to church my dad was honoured to lay a wreath at the war memorial.
Growing up my Dad would encourage/make us watch war films and go to museums about history and things like that but now as a twenty something history nut I’m glad he did.
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.
From Laurence Binyon’s poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914