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The Eleventh Hour,
of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh Month
in the Year 2009
And Nations of the
Free World shall fall silent in Honour of those who made the Supreme
Sacrifice in defence of that Freedom.
Whilst we remember
them all, let us keep a corner in our hearts especially for those who trod the
paths of Arborfield.
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,
We will remember
them.
50 Years Late
I am only a child
and it’s hard to explain,
The feelings I have
as I sit in the rain,
And I think of the
men who went off to war,
Knowing they would
not come home any more.
I cannot say Thank
You to the men left in France,
Who laid down their
lives to give me a chance,
I cannot say Thank
You to the ones who returned,
For Thank You is not
what those brave men have earned.
I owe them my life
as I live it today,
A life lived in
freedom because of that day,
I owe them much more
than I can ever repay,
I owe them the lives
that they gave up that day.
They will live in my
heart for as long as I live,
And my children will
learn of the gift that they gave.
By Jodie Johnson
(aged 9)
Lancashire, England.
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