For the Fallen
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 at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond Englands foam.
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
A Canadian soldier kneels at grave of fallen comrade in the United Nations Cemetery, Korea, April 1951.
(National Archives of Canada PA 128813)
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