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On a cold November Sunday morn, an old man sits a while,
Looking though old photographs, he can’t help but smile,
They’re all there, all the boys, with hair cut short and neat,
Uniforms of khaki, strong black boots upon their feet.

They met as strangers but soon became like brothers to the end,
Smiling at the camera, there could be no truer friends.

They all took the Queen’s shilling, went off to fight the hun,
Soon learnt the pain of loss once the fighting had begun.

So many never made it home, lost on foreign shores,
Many more were injured and would be the same no more.

The old man’s eyes mist with tears as he remembers every face,
Each of his fallen brothers and the killing which took place,
He proudly dons his beret, his blazer and his tie
For today he will remember the ones who fell and died.

On his chest there is a poppy, a blaze of scarlet on the blue,
He steps out into the cold, he has a duty he must do,
Once at the cenotaph he stands amongst the ranks,
Of those who marched to war and those who manned the tanks,
He bows his head in reverence, as the last post begins to play,
And he wonders what will happen at the ending of his days,
Will anyone remember? Will anybody care?
About the lads so far from home whose life was ended there?
I wish that I could tell him, that he should fear not
For this soldier and his brothers will NEVER be forgot
We owe a debt of gratitude that we can never pay
And this country WILL remember them, on each Remembrance day.

Maria Cassee

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I remember - thank you from the bottom of my heart
 

pulsevape

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Member For 4 Years
On a cold November Sunday morn, an old man sits a while,
Looking though old photographs, he can’t help but smile,
They’re all there, all the boys, with hair cut short and neat,
Uniforms of khaki, strong black boots upon their feet.

They met as strangers but soon became like brothers to the end,
Smiling at the camera, there could be no truer friends.

They all took the Queen’s shilling, went off to fight the hun,
Soon learnt the pain of loss once the fighting had begun.

So many never made it home, lost on foreign shores,
Many more were injured and would be the same no more.

The old man’s eyes mist with tears as he remembers every face,
Each of his fallen brothers and the killing which took place,
He proudly dons his beret, his blazer and his tie
For today he will remember the ones who fell and died.

On his chest there is a poppy, a blaze of scarlet on the blue,
He steps out into the cold, he has a duty he must do,
Once at the cenotaph he stands amongst the ranks,
Of those who marched to war and those who manned the tanks,
He bows his head in reverence, as the last post begins to play,
And he wonders what will happen at the ending of his days,
Will anyone remember? Will anybody care?
About the lads so far from home whose life was ended there?
I wish that I could tell him, that he should fear not
For this soldier and his brothers will NEVER be forgot
We owe a debt of gratitude that we can never pay
And this country WILL remember them, on each Remembrance day.

Maria Cassee

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I remember - thank you from the bottom of my heart
Thanks for that man.
 

SteveS45

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Member For 4 Years
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Today I remember my Sister who's Birthday it is but she Passed Away in May due to the Covid-19 Chinese Virus. Also it is @Amber Petti Birthday but unfortunately she passed away recently. Cooper went yesterday so although I Salute our Veterans I need to mourn.
 

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