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.
Laurence Binyon
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.
Laurence Binyon
11/11 is always a sad time for both myself and countless others across the globe. I, like those countless others, lost family/friends who were fighting for what they believed in and we will never forget them. We must not.
Ship's Corporal 1st class George Bond went down on the Devonshire-class cruiser HMS Hampshire in 1916. It is believed that Hampshire struck one of several mines laid by the German minelaying submarine U-75, just before the Battle of Jutland, in an effort to block one of Scapa Flow's exits
Nobody knows what really happened on the night she went down. The stories are varied and Hampshire's sinking even featured in a Clive Cussler novel at one point. My personal belief however, is that she was ambushed by a German U-boat and struck a mine as per the official line from the MOD.
I remember the name George Bond extremely well - I'm descended from him. Originally from Great Ryburgh in Norfolk, he joined the Navy, moved to Portsmouth, got married and had a family. Fast forward 96 years or so and here I am, descended from a family that carries the most famous of family motto's: "Non orbis sufficient"
My thoughts are with everyone who lost family members in the conflicts that have plagued this nation. We will remember them.
Ship's Corporal 1st class George Bond went down on the Devonshire-class cruiser HMS Hampshire in 1916. It is believed that Hampshire struck one of several mines laid by the German minelaying submarine U-75, just before the Battle of Jutland, in an effort to block one of Scapa Flow's exits
Nobody knows what really happened on the night she went down. The stories are varied and Hampshire's sinking even featured in a Clive Cussler novel at one point. My personal belief however, is that she was ambushed by a German U-boat and struck a mine as per the official line from the MOD.
I remember the name George Bond extremely well - I'm descended from him. Originally from Great Ryburgh in Norfolk, he joined the Navy, moved to Portsmouth, got married and had a family. Fast forward 96 years or so and here I am, descended from a family that carries the most famous of family motto's: "Non orbis sufficient"
My thoughts are with everyone who lost family members in the conflicts that have plagued this nation. We will remember them.
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