On Remembrance Sunday

“When you go home, tell them of us and say, for your tomorrow, we gave our today.”


"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England."


"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."



" In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."

At this time, may I be allowed to make a special mention to posters on the BBS who are fighting for our country (and to their families waiting for them at home)? We are proud of you all and hope you return safely to your loved ones.

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