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For the Fallen
Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21st September 1914.

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.

I miss you, Dad.

Date: 2016-11-11 02:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A heartfelt tribute, Dear Friend.

Date: 2016-11-11 02:52 pm (UTC)
ext_19186: Dean the demon hunter (Jensen Dean grieves)
From: [identity profile]
I still miss my dad. He never missed a Remembrance day parade until the day he died. They called the fourth stanza of the poem at his funeral.

It's not been a good year. Now 3 of my music icons are gone, too. :(

Date: 2016-11-11 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Have there been things that have personally hit you sideways? Are you and your family okay?

Date: 2016-11-11 05:03 pm (UTC)
ext_19186: Dean the demon hunter (Default)
From: [identity profile]
Ohhh, yeah. 8 weeks ago Laura (daughter in law) discovered she had a breast lump. It was a metastasizing carcinoma. She's fresh from having a mastectomy with Chemo and Radiation to come (first chemo just before Christmas! Lymph nodes were involved, which means they have taken huge amount of tissue. Aidan is 10, and strong, and a bully, who thinks nothing of lashing out when things don't go his way. She can't drive at the moment and still has drainage tubes in place. That makes me the only driver. Steve has to work, so I have to get him there. Stuart's employer isn't booking work because his newborn is sick and he's at the hospital all the time, and I am just tired.

Right now, Laura's parents are handling the kid, but I suspect that I'm going to need to leave work to step in before this is all over, and I can't afford to. I suspect that we'll probably need to sell the house in order to manage.

That's the most recent thing, anyway. Christmas is coming!


Date: 2016-11-11 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I have written about 15 different comments here and removed them all. There is nothing I can say that makes any sense at all out of all of it. All I have to offer is I love you and honestly that does not save your job and your house.

Date: 2016-11-12 04:09 pm (UTC)
ext_19186: Dean the demon hunter (Default)
From: [identity profile]
We'll have to see. All I can say is that right now I'm tired.

Date: 2016-11-12 04:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
How could you be anything else?

Date: 2016-11-12 07:38 am (UTC)
meus_venator: (Remembrance Day)
From: [personal profile] meus_venator
So glad you posted. The full poem is lovely.

Date: 2016-11-12 04:09 pm (UTC)
ext_19186: Dean the demon hunter (Default)
From: [identity profile]
It is. For me it's always a toss up between this one and "And Death Shall Have no Dominion" by Dylan Thomas. This one wins because they used that fourth stanza at my Dad's funeral. (British Legion of course.)He'd watched his buddies in arms lay those arms down at last for years before he finally died, age 90. I still tear up when I read it.


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