“They shall not grow 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

English Poet 1869-1943
 
 
 
(although I am sure every one of them would have preferred not to give up their life, and instead to face the years of aging and condemnation Binyon says they no longer must endure - yet they did, and in giving up that thing most precious to any human being - we remain.  Each day we live we are reminded of their sacrifice, whether we choose to accept the reminder or not, matters not, for it is and will be, always.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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