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 not
grow 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.
by Laurence Binyon.
The Dover War Memorial Website by Gareth Moore-©Gareth Moore 2006
Email-garethem@gareth69.fsnet.co.uk