November 11, the day we remember those we lost during the Great War. With over 37 million souls (millitary and civilian) lost world wide, that is a lot of broken hearted family and friends.
Ode of Remembrance
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 of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam
By Laurence Binyon
But as we remember those souls that the world has lost in the past, let us also remember those who have more recently served or are still away from home. As we think of those gave their lives, spare a thought for those who make it home alive but who still fight their own private battle every day, and especially those don’t succeed.
Lest we forget. May every soul find peace.