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Sunday, November 11, 2007
Eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
They went with songs to the battle, they were
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 contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
For The Fallen
, by Laurence Binyon
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