For the Fallen
Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21 September 1914.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
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.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
A beautiful tribute, Pete…listening to the last post always gets to me…xx
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I have been under the Menin Gate and watched it being played. We all cried that evening.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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That must have been an experience, Pete …I think it would melt the hardest of hearts xx
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I went with a friend who had been in the Grenadier Guards, and both of our grilfriends at the time. (1987) All 4 of us were crying when it was being played. We stayed in Ypres to visit the local cemeteries and battlefields, and then went on to France to look at the cemeteries and monuments there. x
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Sounds like a trip worth taking it must have been so poignant xx
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I have a lump in my throat and in my heart. Thank you for this tribute. Never forget.
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We watched the commemorations on TV over the weekend. Incredibly moving.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I can imagine how moving this must have been. The one thing that bothers me with Americans is we have never fought a war on our own soil (except our own Civil War), so we can’t begin to comprehend what it was like for you, and other countries.
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Thank you for this poignant tribute! The poem brought tears…
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Thank you, Debbie. It is a very well-known WW1 poem here, and often quoted.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for this moving post to remember the fallen.
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My pleasure, Liz. We must never forget.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Beautiful poem. It’s so sad that leaders draw us into battles, resulting in the tragic loss of so many promising young men.
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Thank you, David. Sadly, it never ends.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Amen. Warmest regards, Ed
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Thank you
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I watched the Cenotaph parade this morning. We do that kind of stuff so well here.
Cheers, Pete.
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I am truly grateful that my lad came back from two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. A day to remember all those who didn’t.
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It must have been a huge relief for you, Jude.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Yes. I am not a worrier, but when he phoned me from Basra one time I knew that things were pretty grim. He couldn’t say much at the time, but the news that came out later was bad. I suppose they were told to phone home so family wouldn’t be worried.
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I wore the beautiful Poppy Pin you gifted to me years ago and thought of my military husband, my military father, and my military grandfather all gone but not ever forgotten. A beautiful post you made here my friend across the pond. It’s snowing today lightly. Pretty soon we will be in the deepest of winter months with little daylight hours but the white of the snow tends to compensate for the lack of sun
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I know how much snow you get, and feel for you. Glad to know you wore the pin, and had some fond memories today.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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The 4th verse is the standard quote at returned servicemens organisation throughout the world.
I was guest at ieper for the WW1 centenary. I sat on the same spot that John McCrae wrote his famous poem that was the catalyst for the red poppy symbol and i wrote my own poem and have published a booklet on that. Anyone wanting a copy of my booklet contact Pete. I will email an Ebook version to him & you are free to use the poems.
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Thanks, Gavin.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A fine poem. Thanks, Pet, for introducing it to me.
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It’s a famous WW1 poem in England, Don. Parts of it are often quoted in commemorations, and some words are carved into memorials here.
https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo/at-the-going-down-of-the-sun-and-in-the-morning—we-will-remember-them.html?sortBy=relevant
Best wishes, Pete.
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A wonderful post, with a very moving poem! Thanks for this, Pete! Just in these times we should not foget how fragile peace can be. Best wishes, Michael
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Very true, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Best wishes to you as well, Pete! Enjoy a nice rest of the weekend, and a beautiful start of the new week! xx Michael
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This is very moving. I would have cried too.
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The local Fire Brigade in Ypres supplies the bugler. They do it every night, every day of the year. The traffic is stopped, and it is incredibly moving.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wonderful post, Pete.

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Thanks, GP. I have stood under the Menin Gate and watched the last post being played. We all cried.
Best wishes, Pete.
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My respects.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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