Remembrance Sunday

8 Nov

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Today, we chose to visit my brother’s little cottage overlooking the River Churnet. You would find it difficult to find a quieter, more peaceful place. We chose to go there. Nobody stood in our way. Nobody stopped us.

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.

from a  Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21st September 1914.

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