The Eleventh Hour, of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh Month

of the Year 2019.

And Nations of the Free World shall fall silent in Honour of those who made the Supreme Sacrifice in defence of that Freedom.

We remember them all, yet let us keep a corner in our hearts especially for those of our comrades whose service began through the gates of the school of the

Arborfield Army Apprentices.

WHO ARE THESE MEN?

Who are these men who march so proud,

Who quietly weep, eyes closed, head bowed?

These are the men, who once were boys,

Who missed out on youth and all its joys?

Who are these men with aged faces?

Who silently count the empty spaces?

These are the men, who gave their all,

Who fought for their country for freedom for all?

Who are these men with sorrowful look?

Who can still remember the lives that were took?

These are the men, who saw young men die,

The price of peace is always high.

Who are these men who in the midst of pain,

Whispered comfort to those they would not see again?

These are the men, whose hands held tomorrow,

Who brought back our future with blood tears and sorrow?

Who are these men who promise to keep?

Alive in their hearts the ones God holds asleep?

These are the men to whom I promise again:

'Veterans, my friends, I will remember them!

Written by an 'unknown' 12 year old girl 1966.

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.

Published: 7th November 2019.

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