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They were not abstractions. They were the boy who left school at fourteen and never came home.
The father who kissed his children and boarded a train.
The nurse who stayed when the shells came closer.
The sailor who went down with his ship. The airman who did not return from the night raid.
Millions of them, British and Commonwealth who gave their tomorrows so that we might have ours.
They did not die for politics or slogans. They died for the people beside them in the trench, for the village they left behind, for the simple belief that their country was worth defending and that those who came after them might live in peace.
Many never saw their twenty first birthday. Many left nothing behind but a name on a memorial and a space at a table that was never filled again.
We wear the poppy. We gather at the Cenotaph. We hear the Last Post. And then we are silentā¦. because no words are adequate for what was given, and because silence is the least we can offer in return.
We do not forget them.
We do not allow their sacrifice to become ordinary.
We do not treat the peace they bought as something that simply happened!
We will remember them ā¤ļø
The father who kissed his children and boarded a train.
The nurse who stayed when the shells came closer.
The sailor who went down with his ship. The airman who did not return from the night raid.
Millions of them, British and Commonwealth who gave their tomorrows so that we might have ours.
They did not die for politics or slogans. They died for the people beside them in the trench, for the village they left behind, for the simple belief that their country was worth defending and that those who came after them might live in peace.
Many never saw their twenty first birthday. Many left nothing behind but a name on a memorial and a space at a table that was never filled again.
We wear the poppy. We gather at the Cenotaph. We hear the Last Post. And then we are silentā¦. because no words are adequate for what was given, and because silence is the least we can offer in return.
We do not forget them.
We do not allow their sacrifice to become ordinary.
We do not treat the peace they bought as something that simply happened!
We will remember them ā¤ļø
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