There were thousands of them at the reunions a few years ago. Now there are a couple of hundred. They are almost all gone. It will be left to us to remember. Take a moment today in silent reflection for those who gave so much that we might be free.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, 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.