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This is one day of the year when, regardless of what else may be happening, I will take the time to pause, and reflect.
Not loudly, or ostentatiously, because that is not my way. But quietly, privately, I like to spend some time in stillness, and think, and remember.
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.
Lest we forget.