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Remembrance Day

Remembrance Day

Lest We Forget For the Fallen Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21st 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 more info

100 Years of ANZAC

100 Years of ANZAC

On this morning, before the sun rose, thousands of young men huddled in row boats, towed towards their chance to “get amongst it”— to join the grand adventure. While their military mission was deemed to be unsuccessful, the 25th of April  1915 passed into legend and defined a generation through their bravery, courage, determination, mateship, resilience, and loyalty. On this morning, before the sun rose, my children and I gathered at the local police station, waiting for the order to begin marching in our community commemoration service. My eldest played the national anthems more info

Remembrance Day

Remembrance Day

Lest We Forget For the Fallen Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21st 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 more info

Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

For the Fallen Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21st 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 more info

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