Remembrance Day

Despite the treasonous bleatings of the likes of Jack Layton, despite the insidious relativism of the 21. century, despite the protestations of the champagne lefties, the chattering classes and the media pundits - wars will be won and evil will be supressed, if only temporarily - by young, brave men and women who fight, who do instead of talking and who persevere instead of grumbling. This is in memory of the brave soldiers of the past and present:





They went with songs to the battle, they were young,


Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.


They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,


They fell with their faces to the foe.





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.





They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;


They sit no more at familiar tables at home;


They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;


They sleep beyond Englands foam.



Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)