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Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them.
We will remember them.
The King and Queen, joined by Members of the Royal Family, attended today’s Service at Westminster Abbey to recognise the 80th Anniversary of VE Day and to commemorate the sacrifice of the Second World War generation.
https://royal.uk/news-and-activity/2025-05-05/ve-day-80
I didn't think I'd post anything today as it's not really relevant to this blog but after attending this year's Anzac day memorial service I'm compelled to remind those in other countries that Australia and new Zealand where absolutely essential during ww1 and ww2.
I've never been particularly patriotic (my family doesn't celebrate Australia day). However, my heart goes out to those who fought for the freedom, justice, and peace i enjoy in Australia. I feel so fortunate that I do not have to worry about my human rights or fear for my nephews who go to school.
I don't think ill ever be able to explain my gratitude to our veterans and the're familys, but I will say this: to those lost overseas, to those who risked the're life's, and to those who came home with scars both mental and physical. You will be remembered. The youth of today and future generations will not forget your name, your braveness, or your kindness. I only hope to live up to the standards set by my ancestors and put some good into the world.
Lest we forget❤️
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.
We will remember them
Lest we forget
To this day, the only poem that I know by heart is In Flanders Field by John McCrae. I don’t remember how old I was when I learned it, but it’s managed to stay with me after all these years. Thank you for your sacrifice. You’ll never be forgotten
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.
Lest we forget...
i literally made this in two days